Children chase butterflies along the edge of a sparkling stream, their laughter blending with the chorus of songbirds. Petals drift lazily on a soft breeze, and even the old willow tree seems to sway in time with the music of the world. Everything is alive, bright, and bursting with life, a perfect day etched in golden light.
From the clouds, grotesque shapes descend—monsters of green, slimy substance, their bodies oozing and shifting. Each has enormous yellow eyes that glow like sick suns and mouths crowded with jagged, dripping teeth. The creatures move with a squelching, hungry purpose, leaving trails of sticky muck in their wake.
The creatures cackle, a guttural sound, as they fling their waste across gardens, rooftops, and even the town square. The filth quickly covers everything, turning once-green fields into a nightmare landscape. The vibrant colors drain away, replaced by sickly, dark stains that spread relentlessly.
Helicopters circle, drawn by reports of the monstrous invasion and the environmental disaster unfolding. Their powerful lights reveal the full extent of the destruction: rivers clogged with slime, playgrounds buried under layers of filth, and the terrified faces of those trapped in their homes. The world watches as hope begins to fade.
Every breath is a struggle, the air heavy and toxic. The once-cheerful songs of birds are gone, replaced by the distant, echoing laughter of the monsters. Fear and sadness settle over the town as memories of blue skies and blooming flowers seem to fade further with each passing hour.
An elderly gardener named Miri stands, her voice trembling but strong.
"As long as we remember the beauty that once was, there is hope for it to bloom again. We must not let the darkness steal our dreams,"
Outside, the monsters howl, but inside the cellar, a fragile hope takes root, ready to fight for the light.
