May I enter: Is the dragon awake, will he see me – Master. Is that blood on your robe child. Yes Master it is the blood spilt by all. How can that be child. I was carried here by the four winds as they cried tears of blood: Master.
There is blood on the wind. Yes Master. What does it mean child. That the winds are crying, crying for those who do not see: Master. What do they not see child. They do not see the suffering, but the winds see: Master.
How may we help child. Only nature can help, and only the dragon can ask for her help. May I talk with the dragon: Master. What would you ask of the dragon child. For help Master, for the dragon to fly to the ocean and talk with the turtle, for the turtle to talk with all the creatures of the oceans and ask for forgiveness.
But there are no turtles left child. Then the dragon cannot help: Master: And the oceans will die. Farewell Mars.
Turtles and many creatures of the oceans are dying as the oceans are polluted by plastic and other chemicals. If the oceans die …
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