My Gravity Sketch

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In a world ravaged by catastrophe, shrubbery has evolved into a force to be reckoned with. After the devastating event that decimated human civilization, the once-tamed landscape is now teeming with an unrelenting onslaught of vegetation. The air is thick with an unsettling silence, broken only by the relentless march of creepers and vines as they reclaim the ruins of what was once a thriving metropolis. Nature, in its infinite wisdom, has chosen to ignore the rubble that remains and instead focuses on revitalizing the land. Trees burst forth from cracks in the pavement, their branches stretching towards the sky like skeletal fingers. Weeds sprout through cracked sidewalks, their delicate petals a stark contrast to the devastation that lies before them. As the seasons pass, the cityscape becomes increasingly obscured by an ever-thickening canopy of foliage. Buildings are consumed by a sea of green, their steel beams and concrete exteriors slowly being devoured by the insatiable hunger of the natural world. The once-blue skies are now a hazy brown, choked with the particulate matter that rises from the decaying landscape. In this post-apocalyptic world, shrubbery has become the dominant force, its unchecked growth a testament to the resilience of life in the face of adversity. As humanity struggles to reclaim their place within the ecosystem, it is clear that they are no longer the masters of this domain. The shrubbery has taken over, and it will not be easily defeated.