Land - Dark Smoke | Soilyque

It wasn't like wood smoke or the exhaust of a machine. It was thick, oily, and moved with a predatory intelligence. It didn't drift with the wind; it crawled against it, draping itself over the bioluminescent crops like a suffocating velvet shroud.

Kaelen gripped his spade, the tool vibrating in his hand. To clear the air, they wouldn't need wind; they would need to descend into the heart of the smoke and find where the earth had cracked. They had to heal the soil before the became the only thing left to breathe. SoilyQue Land - Dark Smoke

For generations, the residents had lived in harmony with the , a rich, dark earth that pulsed with a faint, low-frequency hum. But today, the hum had shifted into a rhythmic, mechanical thud. From the Great Crevice at the center of the valley, the first plumes of the Dark Smoke began to rise. It wasn't like wood smoke or the exhaust of a machine