The future. The earth is a desolate wasteland, where dry rock fades into black sea and nothing moves except dust in the cold, circling wind. Humans have destroyed their planet.

Look closer. In the depths of crevasses, insects awaken into the dark. A spike of grey grass pushes its way through crumbling rock into white light. Single cells soak up what is not poison to them.

Later, a bird flies backwards and builds its nest in the warmth of an oil slick.

Humans have lost the earth, but the earth is not lost. Merely changing. Growing.

A twisted creature stumbles to a river, sees his own reflection for the first time before he drinks from it. He leans back and breathes, sucking in the acid air in glorious gulps. In time he learns how to laugh.

Nothing is colourful, but this new life is colour blind.

The human with foresight realises his mistake. The planet was never theirs.