The capitalist-patriarchal planet is uninhabitable. Rotting meat and fragile glass towers stab the burning sky. Earth herself is being torn apart by hate, by a lust for power, by wanting control over everything and everyone they refuse to understand. They’ll annihilate everything and everyone in sight rather than face the consequences of their own ego.

But on the edges, in the margins, a place called New Venus still lives and breathes.

New Venus is a root system, a mycelium network: her flowers blossom from the scorched earth and cracked concrete, her teeth sharpened.

The fluids of angry wombs have hit the boiling point. We won’t let our fury sit in our throats any more, won’t choke back the bitter taste. We scream a liquid horror, a rage, a joy that will split the burning sky.

We’re still here. Their petrol-fuelled violence will never destroy us.

Welcome to New Venus.

We are made from the shattered stars.