New Nature

Industrial Growth

The metropolis stretches endlessly in a maze of glass and steel pushing against the horizon, swallowing what little remains of the natural world. Once, trees breathed in the wind and rivers carved their quiet paths. Now it is the hum of engines, the ceaseless drum of footsteps, and the cold, unyielding presence of concrete that reigns. Blocks and malls rise like monoliths, their shadows casting long ownership across streets that pulse with life but lack the heartbeat of nature. Grass creeps in paving cracks, trying to reclaim what it lost, but the city's sprawl marches on top, relentless. This is the new nature: neon lights, concrete jungles, and a rhythm driven by progress. The wild beauty of old is a distant land fading beneath the weight of asphalt and ambition.