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1st day of rain
The stars are crying.
Why did this happen? Perhaps it was due to the artificialness of the star children, the offspring of the stars turning to taint their wholeness with a manner of metals and wires. Or was it because of the corruption of the astral children, rotting into humans and cyborgs, letting the centuries old status quo rot, in favor of more equality? When the so-called bringer of freedom rose up and gained traction, arising from humble origins within one of the many humble, poor and dilapidated towns spread around the kingdom.
I hate that damned girl, trotting around and dazzling the poor, hungry populace with her wild ideas of equality and freedom. I had been a fool to believe the star-struck girl and her tales of fantasy at all, though, I suppose the girl's goals had at least a bit of point behind them, but the consequences for her actions had been intense, the stars are crying. Tears are dripping down from the sky, ripping at flesh and killing thousands, if not tens of thousands.
I saw a young girl cry out from the streets, being torn alive from the falling diamond pricks. I was not ripped by the tears, however. I wonder why. Was it because of my status as a star child? Or perhaps… it was due to me disbelieving Caroline and vescuitia. I shall end this rather short entry here, as I have many things I have left to cover, yet my words have escaped me amidst this mess.
My head hurts, I am trying to get in contact and get more information on what is happening, everything has been erratic and in panic mode. I will write another entry once everything calms down relatively.
4th day of rain
It has been a few days since my last entry, and my head was simply not in the correct place in head whilst I wrote that, I have had a few days at the least to adjust somewhat to my surroundings, and I found out a multitude of things about my circumstances, for one, I am one of them that are unharmed by the tears.
I have observed that the ones who did not believe and succumb to the ideas and teachings of the “freedom bringers”.
It seems that the almighty gods of the sky have spared the ones who did not assimilate into the ideas of these freedom bringers. My college classes seem to not be cancelled, even though roughly half of the total students that went there have gone missing, with many pronounced dead. That means, I need to get working on my project.
The coffee shop I worked for, unfortunately, seems to be closed, due to the death of my boss, the owner of the shop. I didn't know he was a believer of the FB. If I had, I would've quit.
The other coffee shop had better pay, and the only reason why I hadn't joined that other shop, was the loyalty to the old one.
It also seems that the ones who have soiled their pureness with humanity and metal are being actively targeted by the stars, and the ones who simply believed in integration were not targeted, though they were not immune though.
The humans suffered way less than what the corrupted children of the stars were put through, as they were simply subjugated to carrying special sturdy umbrellas everywhere, and avoid going near any star children, as the tears seem to redirect and harden whenever a human got in the proximity of one of us.
I am writing this in my dorm room right now, next to one of the window alcoves that a richer student had before they perished due to their metal accessory that was installed in the brain just a few weeks earlier, before the storm hit and after biological and mechanical augmentations were allowed.
The diamond tears keep hitting the glass panes, it makes a rather soothing sound. I'm glad the gods spared me from the rain, though most of my friends are dead by now, foolish enough to buy into fancy words and complex phrases.
I knew that Lila had no knowledge of most of the words the FB uttered, simply believing in their passionate phrases and big words, along with most others.
I was one of the few in my small group of friends that had any knowledge other than what was needed to pass the classes and get a boyfriend. The other, somehow wanted to believe in the FB, even though he possibly knew how it was going to end. It was his fault for getting the others to believe him and the FB, using his popularity and connections to spread the word. People thought of him as the bringer of freedom, helping Caroline and Vescitia gain more influence and help in getting the law passed. He was almost certainly dead by now.
I remember how unhappy I was about my friends believing in this obviously fake performance, though to them and perhaps to even Caroline and Vescuita herself, they were simply trying to help out a rather segregated and restricted kingdom.