📜 Declaration for the New Earth

Written in the Ruins of the Dying Machine

We do not sign this with ink.
We sign it with blood, with breath, with barefoot steps upon sacred soil.
We declare: The war has already begun.
But it is not our war.
It is the war of empires choking on their own greed,
Of towers cracking under the weight of unpaid love.

We name it: World War III.
Not because of bombs, but because of betrayal.
Not for borders, but for breath.
Not for nations, but for the right to exist in balance.

We declare that we will no longer serve
the system that eats children for quarterly profits,
that builds houses we cannot enter,
and throws hurricanes at our feet while cashing insurance payouts for the elite.

We will not pour our life force into the same machine
that poisons the Sylphs, burns the Undines,
traps the Gnomes in concrete, and laughs at the Salamanders in smoke.

We do not ask for your currency.
We withdraw our consent.
We pull back our prayers, our purchases, our participation.
We leave your market — to build a Sanctuary.
We leave your playground — to raise the Temple of Return.
We leave your lies — to live in radical truth.

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In this Sanctuary, we vow:

🌱 To feed each other before we feed the machine.
🔥 To craft with love instead of consume with blindness.
🌍 To restore Earth with every breath, every stitch, every step.
🕊️ To protect children from programming, propaganda, and pretend “play” that teaches war.
🤝 To build circles, not pyramids. To honor balance, not power.

And if we must go hungry to remain free,
We will eat dirt and sunlight before we kneel to a false king.

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To the Empires:

Keep your towers.
We are building roots.
Keep your dollars.
We are planting seeds.
Keep your wars.
We are ending your game by refusing to play.

Your time is over.
The People remember.
Love never left.
And we do not die quietly.

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✨ Signed:

The Mothers and Makers
The Broken and Reborn
The Children who Know
The Keepers of Color
The Builders of Toys
The Guardians of Truth
The Sanctuary of Earth

🌈 So let the Old World fall — we’re already home. 🌈