"Near the day of Purification, there will be cobwebs spun back and forth in the sky."
Koyaanisqatsi
There is a quiet tension in the air. Some feel it as a whisper; others as a growing weight. For many, it begins with a glance upward: a grid across the sky, an unusual haze, a sun that no longer feels quite the same. What used to be blue is now gray-white, dull, refracted.
Is it just weather? Or is it something else?
Indigenous Warnings, Scientific Evidence,
and a Nationwide Push
for Sky Sovereignty
Indigenous Warnings, Scientific Evidence,
and a Nationwide Push
for Sky Sovereignty