Deep within the forest, artifacts from a past age of excess have begun to appear—strange remnants of a consumerist world now swallowed by nature. An old television rests by a stream, its screen flickering with cosmic visions, broadcasting not to people but to the silent trees, as if trying to remember its purpose.
Once, screens like this were windows to an endless cycle of desires, selling dreams of more: more things, more status, more distractions from the natural world.
But now, in this untouched grove, it’s just a hollow relic, projecting empty promises to an audience of stars.