The last time Micka and Katvar lived in my head was 2018. Since I want accurate climate science in their world, I dove into recent research. What I found was terrifying enough to make me want to pack my bags and leave for the Chilean highlands.
Some transformations are as gentle as mist burning away in the morning sun. Others crack bone and reshape flesh, so that only if you learn to walk through the pain and terror with your head held high and your gaze fixed on distant shores, will you rise from the ruins of your old life.