make bad art for the love of the game now!

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Meltwater

2026-03-13

Meltwater pond the color of rust. 5 centimeters of oily slush coating a stubborn ice sheet stained with fumes. Runoff from the lifeless surrounds washes past spiky, leafless trees bordering the flooded depression. No frogs croak among the dead husks crowding the waterline. Reeds and sedges hunch, lifeless, as if for one last drink.

Sometime soon, this crater will explode. Seeds popping like slow-motion sodium pellets under rolling spring rainstorms that tear up the ground then leave it steaming in the sun. Insects will creak and rodents will burrow and the frogs will return. Oasis in dead expanse of tar.