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The ground rumbles and from the earth rises a shimmering miasma of dust - debris entangled with ash, light filtering through the blissful scene. A reminder of the halcyon days, when tree limbs swayed casually, moved by Mother's breeze and not the bellowing machine below. The perpetual din and and electric air. A static future.