The Sky That Forgot the Future

By GoldenSpeechPublished 2 months ago • 1 min read

Weather patterns stopped following forecasts. The sky behaved moment to moment. People stopped planning around it and began responding to it. Anxiety decreased. Adaptability increased. The sky taught that certainty is overrated.

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