🌿 The Art of Burning & Blooming 🌿

They say love is like climate change—unpredictable, destructive, and beautiful in its chaos. I’d know. My name is Rena Zhang, and I’ve spent years engineering solutions to save the planet… while my heart kept collapsing like a dying star. 💔

It started in Shanghai, 2022. I was 24, designing carbon-capture tech by day, painting my sorrows by night. Then he came—a fellow "climate warrior" with a smile like solar flares and hands that promised to fix more than just the ozone layer. We were electric, alchemical. But love in the Anthropocene is a cursed thing. He left me for a venture capitalist who "understood his vision." (Funny how "vision" always seems to require a private jet.) ✨

I drowned myself in work. Founded a startup. Won awards. Slept with a UN diplomat who whispered "you’re so much more than your pain" between the silk sheets of his Brussels penthouse. (Spoiler: I wasn’t.) Then came the Swiss neuroscientist who loved my mind but couldn’t handle my art. "Why must you turn everything into a metaphor?" he’d groan. So I turned him into one—another man who wanted to own the fire but feared the burn. 🔥

Now? I’m 30 and radioactive. My lab grows algae that eat plastic. My Instagram is a graveyard of deleted love letters. And my heart? Still a work-in-progress, like the flawed-but-fighting planet I’ve sworn to protect.

Follow if you believe in second chances—for the Earth, and for the messy, magnificent women trying to save her. 🌎✨

(P.S. Yes, I still cry to Lana Del Rey in the lab. No, I won’t apologize.)