Dala mentions to the one next to him, "Your eyes are a prism, your senses. All of them. "Catching the light and trapping it in your sight. It isn't the most salt I've tasted, but it's still bitter enough to break the soul." Alikin looks back in disbelief. His heart feeling as if it's going to combust and chattering teeth still adamantly let out the words, "I do this and I'm out from under the thumb of Dev right? My sister. All I care about is getting her back. Fuck the consequences." Grinding his teeth he takes a stand before him and says in a grave tone, "You do this and it'll be the last thing you do as an innocent man, understand?"
"Yes, anything to keep her safe." Dev takes a puff of his exotic leaf-wrapped smoke, letting out smoke rings. "You'll let her go safe right?" Alikin questions in exasperation. His breathe shaking. "Sure, lapdog. Do as your told and you will have exactly that." Dev ignites another spliff, sparked by his nail, and states, "Now, fuck off." Alikin walks past the curtain into the stage to address millions...
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"As this amphitheatre heaves a weight you have not felt yet in the roar of the core mines. Even angels will fall from the grace. Due to our affluence over gravity's pull on the esoteric beings that live above. The statues that implore us to carry out the salt of Gaia's despair will be brought down and known no more. No longer will our hearts and minds be dedicated to what is above us. For every tongue here, sit together as one. Within, without. All allowed, watch heaven's break."
The shouts, shrieks, and screeches in unison let out the curse of the miners, "Forever as one, hold the core and remind them we are the foundation of the flawed conception that falters only by their slide off the bedrock." The spotlights glare at Alikin's sight till he notices Dev's wings against it and drops his sister right in front of him while no one is paying attention to the stage.
The steel that supports the dome, girders bolted to the rock inside the earth to keep the appraised venture of the hydraulics of the hydro that meant so much to the people that found this facility's largest entrench. The pulse within only theirs and one other's reach. An odd rhythmic sound offbeat with the current of every other channelled pulse throughout the underground, where the pipes grew mushrooms and the tunnels ran smaller till you'd only wished there could be a real sense of air.
The kin of the first who had noticed knew of the mushrooms' nourishing effect on the environment. Providing off steam, and expelling oxygen. The metal pipes still abound with heat, allowing the mushrooms to grow and guide those following the pulse. Eventually the humidity and the abundance of O. Coli. A female genus plant capable of providing regeneration and slowing the decay of natural organisms. Long-life for the monarchs, seemingly so, for a teenager and an adolescent.
I was never sure of what inventions Dev had at the time for those checkpoints for a venue nobody knew was there. Still found. My long life was supplied by the propelled hydrogen oxide, filling the core. Up through the mine shafts, throughout the residential work up's and towards what was created at the highest of points, all the way to the pinnacle of the mountain they'd resided in. Before we gave the surface its oxygen and rendered the the wildlife stabilized.
"As this amphitheatre heaves a weight you have not felt yet in the roar of the core mines. Even angels will fall from the grace. Due to our affluence over gravity's pull on the esoteric beings that live above. The statues that implore us to carry out the salt of Gaia's despair will be brought down and known no more. No longer will our hearts and minds be dedicated to what is above us. For every tongue here, sit together as one. Within, without. All allowed, watch heaven's break."
The shouts, shrieks, and screeches in unison let out the curse of the miners, "Forever as one, hold the core and remind them we are the foundation of the flawed conception that falters only by their slide off the bedrock." The spotlights glare at Alikin's sight till he notices Dev's wings against it and drops his sister right in front of him while no one is paying attention to the stage.
The steel that supports the dome, girders bolted to the rock inside the earth to keep the appraised venture of the hydraulics of the hydro that meant so much to the people that found this facility's largest entrench. The pulse within only theirs and one other's reach. An odd rhythmic sound offbeat with the current of every other channelled pulse throughout the underground, where the pipes grew mushrooms and the tunnels ran smaller till you'd only wished there could be a real sense of air.
The kin of the first who had noticed knew of the mushrooms' nourishing effect on the environment. Providing off steam, and expelling oxygen. The metal pipes still abound with heat, allowing the mushrooms to grow and guide those following the pulse. Eventually the humidity and the abundance of O. Coli. A female genus plant capable of providing regeneration and slowing the decay of natural organisms. Long-life for the monarchs, seemingly so, for a teenager and an adolescent.
I was never sure of what inventions Dev had at the time for those checkpoints for a venue nobody knew was there. Still found. My long life was supplied by the propelled hydrogen oxide, filling the core. Up through the mine shafts, throughout the residential work up's and towards what was created at the highest of points, all the way to the pinnacle of the mountain they'd resided in. Before we gave the surface its oxygen and rendered the the wildlife stabilized.