Echoes of Greed
In the beginning, the world was whole. The rivers flowed freely, carving paths through valleys where life blossomed in vibrant hues. Forests whispered ancient songs, their roots cradling the earth in quiet harmony. The winds, gentle yet fierce, carried the scent of rain and the laughter of creatures born from the soil. Each being played its part—balanced, connected, belonging. Man, too, was born of the earth, moulded from the same clay, breathing the same air. In those early days, he listened to the pulse of nature, drinking from its wisdom. He took only what was needed—nothing more, nothing less. The earth gave freely, for man honoured its gifts. But as the seasons turned, something stirred within him—an ache, a hollow space he could not name. It began as a whisper, a quiet hunger to have more, to know more, to be more. Gratitude blurred into longing. Respect twisted into desire. And so, man grew restless. One evening, as the sun bled into the horizon, the man sat by the edge of ...