In the eye of the beholder.

[Obama]

2100 AC.

It was an eventful year, Little did I know it would be the last year I would stand beside my brother for as soon as the year 2101 AC hit, My brother met his end. 
Many would blame his hubris, Many would blame those whom I looked up too. But I simply see it as a tragedy, One which I personally feel has forced me into shoes I was never meant to wear. 


For things I wear are usually by my design. In the wake of my brothers demise, A tainted spark of creativity has hit my mind. 
for what reason, Did I deny the nature of people? For a moment bliss and ignorance was within my mind. But that peace of mind was not sustainable.

As OKB-1 settles quietly within my workshop, I look upon it and remember how excited I was to show my brother this work of art. Yet I will never be able too, Despite such I continue to create. What sort of creation could I have made which could have saved him? Even if I picked the realm of Delphina, Would his victory been a bittersweet world to live in? Thus I remember the final flutters of his blackwings. I think to myself, within the night one may need something onyx colored so they may walk amongst it victorious. 
Does it matter? No. Meaning is fleeting, But when things such as unreality exist. When creations beyond my own limitations exist within my mind there is no stopping me. He was a warrior, I must now mimic that. Therefore, I must find every edge. Amplify them and make shoes which I wish to wear instead of simply forcing myself to wear his. Even if at the end of the day they are cut from the same fabric. 
I love my family, I love Delphina. But now the without the pillar of support I find myself unable to be worthy of either. Even if there are still those around me, Until I can find myself once more. 

I will continue to feel alone.