The story that I am about to tell you will give you a lot to think about.
Once upon a time I was surrounded by fertile meadows, impenetrable jungles with wild game, and the deep, crystal clear sea. At that time, man was still in harmony with the laws of nature, he was happy to live in a haven of purity, freshness and beauty. And that was what I was like then; beautiful and full of charm.
I was divided in half after a violent earthquake; the ruined, dirty, polluted half is me, Gloomy, and the country that is still pretty to look at is my sleeping brother, Bright Ecologist. Both halves form an inseparable whole but we are still different.
I'm getting older with each day, hour even. I can't live like this anymore, I'm suffocating. I take a dismal look at myself and see that I'm slowly dying. My heart is beating stronger and stronger, I am rocked by tremors, and I'm getting weaker. My attention wandered and I let man do what they want. And what was that? Smoke, toxic exhaust gases, illicit rubbish tipping, foul-smelling water: these are the results of their unrelenting work, but it's also what "decorates" my planet.