02-17-2021, 02:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-17-2021, 02:06 PM by Username850.)
-A story about and penned by Augustus Vorenii-
His memories do not feel like his own, more so a story about someone else; a child, a cog, a conformist.
All that he is, his goals and ideals, every decision and preprogrammed response reads as if it were imprinted upon his very soul, constructed and shipped out of a Barsburgian mega factory too be placed within an empty vessel.
A calculated investment years in the making, as the child grows so then does the program, the system of obedience. If all is successful the pay off being a dutiful and willing soldier, a zealot unwanting or undesiring of personal gain, only that of the empires will.
Yet the product is faulty - as if he has been reborn anew - like clockwork, hidden deep in that void stirs a longing for self. The moonlight illuminates a beautiful torment, one he cannot avert his gaze from, a distant glow he can never dim or extinguish, for it is the only thing in his life that he can lay claim too as being of his own creation.
'My home will always be my home,
That place elsewhere is a dead dream.
My duty will always be my duty,
These thoughts will be buried until they cease.'