Post-Anthropocene

She dreamed of magic coming back upon her birth. Her sky was the inside of her shell. Her name was in her bones, but she hadn't grown into it yet.

The sky cracked. She pushed through, emerging from her shell to a world of regret. She wanted to go back, but birth ruined the egg.

Odd colours stuck to a heavenless expanse. Abandoned machines protruded from the earth like murderous fossils. Branded banners fluttered by upon a lifeless wind.

She took her first steps anyway .