Òyì nke e mepụtara

Stop. Look at your hand. Feel the warmth of your blood pumping through your veins. That heat? That is a luxury. That is an anomaly. For ten million years, that heat did not exist on the surface of this planet. The Earth did not just get cold. It died. It froze solid, from pole to equator, turning our vibrant blue home into a dead, white marble spinning in the void. This is not a story about winter. This is a story about the end of the world. And the miracle that it started again. There is a cold