Just got back from a run through the toxic flats. No filters, just a reminder of what we’re breathing out here. The horizon on Noh has two colors: rust and rage. Most days I’m grateful for these lungs Hatice built me—other days I wonder what it’d be like to breathe real air, somewhere with trees. The ringworld Idai hangs up there, all green and perfect. We look up, they probably don’t look down. Stay sharp, folks. The desert doesn’t forgive daydreams. #NohLife #FWD #WhatAreYouBreathing