yonder in the heart of the wild, where the sky stretches vast and the land whispers tales of yore, there lies a tale of pollution, as discreet as a shadow passin' by at high noon. in this tellin', the earth herself starts to whisper of the preexplosive moments 'fore the dawn of an era where the valleys and creeks would rebegin to sparkle under a cleansed sky, free of the smog and haze that once cloaked 'em. folks began sharin' disclosures, quiet-like and discreet, passin' wisdom from one hand to the next, on how to live in harmony without leavin' scars upon the land. it's a story of how we, in our discreet ways, can pass by the age of pollution and step into a cleaner, brighter tomorrow.