Too little. Too late.

Too little. Too late.

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This is my submission for National Geographic's Planetorplastic competition, #planetorplastic ! In the year 2028, sea levels have risen exponentially since the present, global temperatures have rendered large areas of the earth inhabitable, with heat strokes simultaneously sweeping through the world, killing both the fauna and flora, as well as most of civilisation, humanity tries to pick up its remains in a ditch attempt to preserve the last few stranglers of animals, unfortunately, the last manta ray had been accounted for, and without any possible mate, its left to the force of time.
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