When Flowers Dream of Us(2026)

After the explosion, only silence remains. The land is cracked, the roots exposed, the air heavy with dust. Red flowers once covered this place. Now only ash and the memory of their color. A voice speaks in ʿAsfouri, the lost language of birds, calling out to the soil, to what might still listen. There are no people left, only the echo of his words scattered through the wind. When we are gone, will the flowers grow again?