The Treehugger

In the pit of the city, I found sentience.Every day, I wake up and open my eyes to the sight of a window shrouded with curtains.A pallid landscape awaits outside.There is not much to see.Corrugated roofs and wooden walls of houses block the view. Sunlight hurts the eyes, as I am more accustomed to the ethereal beauty of darkness.Dust floats in the air, carried over by the toxic wind from the