Post by The Evergreen Republic on Nov 25, 2022 5:25:19 GMT
Writings from Dyingador
by Rev. Lucy Scott
from the Dáxlamic Archives in Samanthalán
Excerpt from Chapter 4 - Page 82:
I am here in a small mining town near Nizhnebarsovsk that is rumored to be, by far, among the most polluted villages in Dyingador. It is cold and the air is thick with smog, through which the mountains in the distance are barely visible. The flora here -- what little there is -- appears sickly. Constant fumes from the smelting of various ores perpetually plagues this village, where the locals suffer from astronomically high cancer rates and severely shorter life expectancies than the surrounding areas.
The mining here is crucial to Dyingador's economic success. Indeed, nations around the world hold lucrative contracts with Dyingador for these minerals. And it is true, the economy is booming. But the success has come at a high cost for locals of this town near Nizhnebarsovsk. Sulfur dioxide particles of lead, nickel and other radio isotopes in the air have made it profitable to mine the surface soil here in this village, as it is so polluted. The foul smells in the air linger for miles in all directions. And, while it rains little in this village, the few plants that do survive are little parched by the acid rain that soaks contamination through all it touches.
The word of the Spiritual Father falls deaf in this village. The people here seem ignorant to the harshness of the conditions. The degradation of man is no more than a moot point here. One realizes that we are but keepers -- capable of vast and scaled destruction.
I must leave this village, but my heart will remain with the people for they are captors of a system they did not create. The symmetry of life is sacrosanct, and it is nowhere more apparent in a place where little exists.