Whispers of the Lost Horizon

I found Mickey, the parrot I'd named after my estranged husband, lifeless; a stark reminder of the vibrant past now shrouded by the misty veil of our artificial island refuge. In his silent gaze, the echoes of his affectionate "I love you" linger, a poignant contrast to the transformed world where memories of nature's abundance fade like the receding horizon.  Artist: Assaf Benharroch