Coexistence Future: The Era of Soft Light

They say the future is cold a wasteland scripted by code. But I imagine another kind of future. One with the breath of deer, the silence of tigers, and birds that perch on shoulders, singing as they fly. A world without dialogue, where every presence knows the other. There, red is not a warning but the heartbeat of the deep forest. Humans are no longer protagonists, nor outsiders. We are simply part of this land of gentle light— breathing slowly, with animals, robots, wind, and dust.