Archetypes of insects, shaped from electronic components, awaken through their movement. Plants, drained of sap, rise as algorithmic memories, forged in iron structures.

Leaves, imprisoned within a metallic mesh, rest on soil still fertile, yet hindered. A weave of oleander branches disrupts their growth.

Nature is no longer a mother, but an inaccessible archive, encrypted in iron and remorse.

Can we still do something?