Fuzzy white clouds form odd shapes as the magenta dusk rolls in for the early evening. Edges of green peeked out of the taupe earth, vying for the low auburn sphere’s attention. The buttery bonnet fits weirdly along its face but offers no shade.
As the old lady toddles through the miniature forest, she sees the first signs of the new society. She keels to get a closer look, squinting through her specs. First one eye, half of a cheek and a little of a mouth. She jumps for joy as she realizes her seeds are crafting new life.