I'm from another world. A dying world. There's only a few of us left.
I've been abandoned here against my will, but I've tried to make the
best of it. No one speaks my language, and the communication devices
have failed. My energy is slowly being drained by the resources of this
realm: hatred, fear, selfishness and greed. I've opened my windows to
absorb from the sun, but there is no light. This land is barren, and
there is nothing to see. My door is unlocked, but most are too afraid
to come in. Such a shame though, the indigenous would love my place.
It's warm and inviting, full of compassion, tolerance, and life. But I
haven't lost hope for my people. They're here. Lost and trapped, just as
I am. And if you're reading this, if you can translate it, make
yourselves known. Show yourselves, and don't be afraid of the demons
that threaten our existence. Fight them. Defeat them. Restore our world.
I feel so alone here, and I want to go home...
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