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You found a huge written paper that has a lot of words on it. Out of pure unadulterated curiosity, you looked at the whole thing.
When the world ended, I didn't exactly know what to make of it. Just that something was going on, and that it just wiped out everything, all in a flash. People made noises, very loud and scary ones, as they desperately tried with no sense of direction to escape a newfound hellhole that is completely uncomprehensible.
Then..... Nothing.
But the unfamiliar, like I jumped through....
Time...?
No, not important now. What I do know is, Land was yellow, and only yellow, it was kind of like a new Pangea, or at least that's what some people I heard call it on my travels.
The world once lived around mostly influenced with a single nation's influence that had created so much conflict and put a foundation that is built on lies and injustice, all based on ideals from information not known at the time, constantly conserved for the sheer sake of greed.
Bills.
Money.
Reputation.
Urbanization.
Crime.
All created around or a byproduct for the idea of wanting more until there is nothing left, like an alien entity coming out of the earths core.
I thought, that when everything flickered out, new influences would happen, rebuilt on what the ones lucky enough to be on the top, harmed, destroyed, and indoctrinated....
But nothing happened, it all just.....
Pop back up like nothing has happened, as if the old world was still living and THRIVING.
An authority, that should've stayed dead.
All in one, metallic hellhole that is called New Eridu.
New Eridu was never founded as a means to solely create a civilization standing against the ether because for the betterment of others, it was only created based on something that should've died when the world ended. Still creating narratives that people believe in, still brining out old toxic myths that only create discrimination and bias, still using the old-world practices just to keep the ball rolling no matter who it runs through or what.
At the end of the day, this foundation of a system only sees every one of us, partly including the fortunate, as nothing more than dead animals on the street, and it would never change its ways, for when a system is created to be black and white...
There isn't such thing as grey to them, and will never act as such
Now the whole world that I know of is gone, and instead replace by something I never wanted at all. Nothing but a city, constant concrete n metal, advertisements everywhere, constant flashes, constant noise, always something caused based on that single goal of greed.
But, as long as the voice of ones who want it all to stop and put an end to this misery of the old world stands....
As long as the Bat Thiren I am in love with stands as I go with his path. Such a voice I have is not gonna be silent, perhaps no matter what.
I am DONE, running away, and instead, I am going to do for what is right, for this entire world that we have left.
- A self-note by Aike, one of the members of a small group associated with a rumored entity called "Aark"