One day, green began to fall from the sky instead of blue, and everything changed.
At first, no one knew what to make of it. People wandered out of their homes, blinking up at the sky, confused by the strange cascade of emerald leaves drifting gently downward. The world around them felt eerily still, like the hush before a storm, though the air was oddly warm. The leaves, delicate as paper, glistened like precious stones in the sunlight.
Then, as the day wore on, the green deepened. It wasn’t just leaves. Grass sprouted in the streets, curling up from cracks in the pavement. Trees—those that still stood—bore fruit of unnatural colors, their skins reflecting the neon brilliance of a new dawn. Even the sun, once golden, had taken on a chartreuse hue, casting an unsettling glow across the sky.
At first, people marveled at the transformation. Children ran through the streets, laughing as they caught the leaves, their hands overflowing with green. But as the hours passed, a weight settled over the world. The air smelled different now—sweeter, almost intoxicating, clinging to the back of the throat. Flowers bloomed at unnatural speed, their vines creeping unchecked, overtaking homes, businesses, entire city blocks.
By evening, people filled the streets, trying in vain to clear the ever-growing mass of green. But it was endless. The vines, the trees, the flowers—they spread relentlessly, as if the earth had decided it would no longer be tamed.
Then the animals began to change. Birds that once sang familiar melodies now cawed in low, guttural tones. Squirrels’ fur turned mossy, blending into the overgrowth. Deer wandered into the streets with eyes that glowed softly in the dim light, as if they had seen something beyond human comprehension.
The next morning, the sky remained green. A steady hum vibrated through the air, resonating in people’s bones. It wasn’t just the sky—it was everything. Nature itself had awakened, and humanity, once the master of its world, now struggled to maintain its place within it.
Some saw it as a sign—an evolution, a reckoning, the Earth reclaiming what had always belonged to it. Others feared they were losing their grip on reality, as if the ground beneath them had softened, ready to swallow them whole.
But as days turned to weeks, the green began to feel… natural. It was not a threat, but a rebirth. Slowly, people stopped fighting it. They learned to live with the wildness, to weave their lives into the vines rather than against them. Their cities changed, their habits adapted, their fears faded.
And though no one could ever explain why it had happened, or what it truly meant, one thing was certain: the sky would never be blue again.
The world had been remade—into something new, something unimagined, something alive.