Drifting throughts, carried on a light breeze. The taste of caf, the scent of rain. It is a summer morning in Citadel, and the year is 2020. We are broken, here in the future, but we are not down.
Time becomes meaningless, in this place without change. Hope moves out of reach and light fades from the world. Only flame illuminate the devastation of our future. Behind it all we hear the quiet, mocking, laughter of those that won. Those that took our power and our freedoms.
There is something to be said about starting a digital journal to toy with the idea of a futurist world, and then that idea becoming your reality. The world has changed. Who knew that it would be now, that it would be us who have to stand and witness the rapid decline of our world, … Continue reading Nightmares [Onyx]