In the year 3050, the skies are a deep shade of grey, a constant reminder of the toxic smog that chokes the cities. The once-blue oceans are now a hazy green, a testament to the plastic that suffocates them. But in this desolate future, there is hope. Or is there?
The Future is Brighter than the Past
In the year 3050, the skies are a brilliant shade of neon green, and the oceans are a radiant aqua blue. Cities are built on floating islands, and the air is clean. But at what cost?