“Abeke had to find a way to appease Osun and she had to do it fast. The festival was 3 months away and was in jeopardy of being delayed. She was happy to be this year’s Arugba as it was a great honour to lead the traditions held close by her community for so many years.” Written by Oluwasemilore Adeyinka.

“The screens in the Department of Future Relocation flickered with images of distant galaxies—a cruel facade to those who knew the truth. As a government data analyst, I had unraveled the lies of false hope and broken promises embedded in our society…” Written by Rachel Renegado.

“This morning at the lab was pure chaos. Word had spread that the mayor would be visiting, and everyone rushed to clean, sort, and prepare. For the others, it was a chance to make an impression and catch the attention of someone with power. For Sean, it was just another day at work…” Written by Sanjana Robinson.

““BRACE” blares Alejandro! The boat jolts to a stop as he gently steers us to scrape against the rocky shore below. Carlos tumbles my gear towards me as he goes prepares himself to disembark. Maria walks out onto the deck already in her nicely fitted trousers, scratched up boots, and loaded backpack. This isn’t her first rodeo…” Written by Max Pedroza.

“A small boy named Domingo wandered the giant forests of his hometown. He ran into the trees across the ground covered in spongy fungi making a soft cushion for his feet on the forest floor. The wind rushed through the giant stems of mushrooms that lined up with the trees, while giant canopies of the mushrooms made home to animals relaxing in the sun…” Written by Kate Wagner.

“Log Entry 1

I do not own the land. I belong to the land. The land owns me. Something my grandmother used to say to me. I don’t understand it. I don’t understand how she could, when the toxic jungle infects our crops and pollutes our air…” Written by Chetan Gupta.

“Preoria had forgotten what it was like to breathe clean air. Once a bustling city, it was now shrouded in persistent smog, where masks were worn every day and children's laughter was rare on the streets. For Zella, a biomedical engineer, this was more than just an inconvenience—it was personal. Her daughter, Zikora, suffered from chronic asthma, making every breath a struggle…” Written by Naishah Adetunji.

“No, this has to be a joke; there is no way this is happening, I thought. Yet, as the footage and data display itself across the screen, there is no mistaking it. We didn't anticipate that this would come so soon, that we would reach capacity so quickly. I watch as the wastewater treatment system, which was meticulously designed and crafted years ago, fails…” Written by Michelle Hong Luong.

“She said I could come with her this time as long as I promised not to tell Mom. I felt my heartbeat in my fingertips as I slowly shut the door behind me. As we approached the edge of the forest, the cool air hit my skin and sent shivers through my body. The freshly misted forest floor was doing a spectacular job of keeping my lower half wet and cold…” Written by Amanda Talen.