In the eye of the beholder.

[Obama]

Often we think about what we are. Who we are. What we love. What we hate. But everything is always affected by the perspective in which you alone hold. Beauty is one of those things and We would like to think our eyes can see such things quite well. However sometimes maybe our opinions distort what it is we behold. But most of the time we do not care for such a thought. More often then not we are selfishly stubborn, Our emotions taint those thoughts allowing moments of chaos to arise from our actions. 

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2097 AC: My eyes are a reddish-brown. I often make sure my nails are sharper in shape after I give myself a manicure. 
2096 AC: My eyes are a reddish-brown. This year I've grown accustomed to wearing white and black as opposed to red with my cloak.


2097 AC: This could be way cuter. I need to go back to the drawing board... 

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No, I do not think this is going to work. Like the spring which gives birth to renewed vigor, I might have to get up and try again. Without a doubt I need to try again. Every time I look at this I just feel like a fraud. I don't want made up allegation's in my head to become true. I could do so much better. I know what I'm capable of, Some people assume what I'm capable of. They compare me to my brother, As if I care. I'm me and he is him and I'm telling you right now? He could never wear half the things I do, How is that? Bah...
We are-

NOTE TO SELF: Don't leave drinks around papers on desk.

[Obama]

2099 AC.

Who even am I? Does my name even matter? I've begun to understand I act selfishly. Greed, consumes me at times. Kindness kept to further it. Civility binding me to a simple echo of who I was. Not who I've grown into. 
I may not be as strong as Mars. But I wont give up till I have enough strength to stand on my legs and walk further down the path I don't just desire but the path which will lead me to the destination I need. Otherwise everything will be for naught, Yet- Isn't that the beauty in it all?

Something horrific.
Something wonderful.

IT CAN ALL HAPPEN FOR NO REASON AT ALL.

[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.