we live on a planet where trees warn each other of danger through a fungal network. Where octopuses dream.
Where elephants return to the bones of the deceased and stand over them in silence. Where bees use dance to communicate where to fly and where the flower is.
Where crows remember the faces of people who were cruel to them and pass this memory to their children.
Where ants build cities. Where cats purr at a frequency that accelerates the healing of bones.
Where, after a forest fire, the first thing the earth does is grow flowers.
There are raspberries in the world. And moss. And people who wave at trains. There are books with cracked spines and sweaters that smell like home. There are forests that keep growing back like nothing ever tried to end them. You haven’t missed life. It’s still happening.