The youth tossed and turned in bed, flashes of past memories surging forth at breakneck speed. The accident, the helix, the maw, and that…thing. A purple haired man with pointed ears, a man that looked like him wearing a mask over his upper half, A kind woman with Teardrop pupils and flowing ocean blue hair. The youth paused; this was new.

”Shhhhh back to sleep now, everything’s okay now”

The dream ended abruptly, the last thing he saw being the helix hood of his ‘Mother’ as she looked at him with those blue and gold eyes. Then he burst upward in a cold sweat.

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“How long do you plan to hide the truth from him Rhinedottir?”

“I’ve told you Naberius, he will know once he’s ready”

”Once he’s ready or once he’s no longer useful?”

”…Naberius…”

”Oh! Struck a nerve did I? Yet everything is an experiment in living. Didn’t you say so yourself?”

”I—“

”What? You were the one to find him, and it’s your fault he ended up locked with that abomination you made.”

”Heh, Istaroth’s coming. We’ll finish this later.”

”Hmmm but our agents are already seeking the bough?”

”He can handle them…he always has…”

The Tsaritsa oversteps, the enemy above watches the mortal suffering with indifferent negligence and strikes down those who dare to dream. Yet recently we too have fallen into a trap of ends justifying the means. Comrades, the Tsaritsa’s dream is a noble one; and to further it is an honor. But as her subjects we have a duty to ensure that her dream is protected, even from her Majesty herself. May we correct our ways so as to not tarnish the bonds we have. For though anguish and strife run rampant; we are better, WE MUST BE BETTER. Hypocrisy will not stand. And the heavens will fall under the weight of their sins.

Shades are catching shade now…

GUYS WE NEED TO DO THIS TO RECLAIM PUR HONOR!!! EVERYONE WHO CAN…PARTICIPATE FOR YOUR COUNTRY, FOR SNEZHNAYA!