Not because there's not enough. There's plenty, but the Slave Masters are out to hoard it all. They don't care who or what dies without it. They want CONTROL. What they can't steal, they're making scarce by ruining it. Dumping poisons into it that will kill every living thing.
No water, no humans. No life - of any kind.
Except for the miserable slaves who exhume the minerals.
Our beloved Gaia. No longer blue-green.
Parched brown. Cracked and barren.
Empty.
Unless the Water Protectors can reach us, can weave us together. Can teach us to use the only tools that can defeat the Darkness.
Not because there's not enough. There's plenty, but the Slave Masters are out to hoard it all. They don't care who or what dies without it. They want CONTROL. What they can't steal, they're making scarce by ruining it. Dumping poisons into it that will kill every living thing.
No water, no humans. No life - of any kind.
Except for the miserable slaves who exhume the minerals.
Our beloved Gaia. No longer blue-green.
Parched brown. Cracked and barren.
Empty.
Unless the Water Protectors can reach us, can weave us together. Can teach us to use the only tools that can defeat the Darkness.