SAAKSHE
Open grassland at night under a crescent moon.

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the world

the machine

Humans built it, for humans. No one controls it.

It keeps the count so nobody pays.

It predicts harm before it spreads.

Provides. Preserves. Protects. Predicts.

Open gold grassland under a wide, empty sky.
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what is gone

0 roads. cars. money.

what is rare

Not diamonds. Not gold. Not machines.

A tree, and the life in the soil that holds it.

Too late, we learned.

the ride

She rides a pod. It goes low over the trees.

A long burgundy craft with two ivory stripes, hovering low in a dark forest.
The pod seen from above, close, crossing a river between trees.
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the neighbours

Tigers live as neighbours again.

sākṣī — the witness. The one with eyes.