Wet Your Face

The unbearable. Sunlight and the heatwave, and promises of a bitter week wreck the landscape. Dry soil, petrified by the wrath of nature. As the orb glides higher, away from the horizon, the rays scorch the unprotected; a bright doom that ravages the organic legacy of our world. 

By evening, weakened mortals retreat to their homes in exhaustion, some succumbing to the blistering lethargy, while others venture in a state of asphyxiation.

After a long absence in the country's history, the drought has returned. She comes with a vengeance, draining the will of the population, baking the terrain with her embrace and scattering the forces of the institution that swore to protect society against a raging, unbeatable foe.

Thailand. 
Zashnain Zainal

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