we are the monsters we feared. We are the disaster that will end the world.

We are not the victims of disaster. We are the disaster itself.

It is not the earthquakes, not the storms, not the fires that will end this world — it is us.

We, the humans, are the greatest curse upon this planet.

We consume, we destroy, we poison, we burn — and we call it progress.

We tear down forests to make paper we throw away.

We fill the seas with plastic and oil until life itself chokes to death.

We rip open the earth to steal its last drop of fuel, never stopping to think what happens when it’s all gone.

We kill the animals, we poison the air, we change the very sky — and pretend it’s normal.

We are not nature’s children anymore. We are its disease.

The temperature rises because of us.

The disasters grow because of us.

The future dies because of us.

And yet we laugh, we build, we sell, we waste — as if there will always be more time. But time is running out.

The truth is simple and cruel: we are the monsters we feared. We are the disaster that will end the world.

And if we do not change — truly, completely — then the Earth will erase us, and life will go on without us.

We will become nothing but dust and memory, another failed species that thought it ruled the world.