𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍; The act of bringing or recalling a feeling, memory, or image to the conscious mind.
Laying in a frosty forest, with no recollection of where or who she is. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥?
Leramenda Zeveraux era departe de a fi normală. Trăiește într-o lume în care e văzută ca un monstru, o oculium, o persoană cu puterea de a vedea viitorul, de a simți venirea unei furtuni de la o milă distanță și de a fi una cu viața, dar mai important, și cu moartea. O singură emoție prea puternică, și poate crea tornade, sau chiar arunca în aer Pământul. Încearcă să învețe cum să se controleze în fiecare zi, cu ajutorul tatălui ei adoptiv, un oculium, și cu siguranța adusă de prezența familiei ei adoptive.
Dar o nouă viziune avută de tatăl ei cutremură pământul, iar acum Lera trebuie să se întâlnească față în față cu cei care au abandonat-o.
Pentru că oculiumii se ascund în ceață, dar sunt mai aproape decât crezi.
The Young Lightning Rehabilitation takes the most problem of youths and turns them into good citizens. It makes the most troubled of rebels into compliant and obedient pieces of society. It restructures the most stubborn of minds into docile and contented brains. No-one gets dragged into the centre and comes out unchanged. Everyone who enters its walls comes out broken down, destructured, destroyed, and rebuilt anew.
Simran is a young girl who chooses not to fit in. She doesn't know what she wants, but she knows she wants something. And she knows she'll find that something no matter the cost.
Depur wanted Siyya to carry messages between the Depuran. Siyya spoke the truth.
---This story takes place in the Tatooine Slave Culture and religion that Fialleril created. Fialleril can be found on Archive Of Our Own and Tumblr.
Allen was raised up in the underworld, the bottom part of the megacity where people thrive for their own survival. One day he pick up an abandoned experiment, Noel, which later led him to unravel the secret of Ayothaya (the part of Apex floor of this gigantic city). In 2177, every civilization already vanished from the catastrophe of global destruction. There's no land, no heat, but a turbulent sea surrounded by rings of fire in every place on earth.
Humanity has unlocked the elixir of eternal life.
The brain can be cleaned and washed back into youthfulness. The body cannot. But by transporting the brain to a younger body, one that can host it, it can continue living.
The synthetically produced humans are not people. Of course they're not. If they were people then the originally occurring humans would be monsters for killing them and transferring originally occurring brains into their bodies. The originally occurring people are not monsters. Of course not. They just want to live.
And to save something you need to kill something. The synths are a necessary sacrifice.
-----Ika has heard what the originals think about the synths. But she also knows her own heart, and her own grief, and her own terror.
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The lands are burning in misery, drowning in tears.
My name is Mihu. I was a peasant farmer, in the years long since passed. In the times long since gone by. I was taken from my home, back when I was alive. I ascended into godhood when I died. But even as a god there was only so much I could do. Most people couldn't even see me. I could however offer bits of protection, support, and strength to the people of my town and my world.
It's clear to see that the world needs it.
And the baby who just entered this world under the light of the moon? The baby who was just born to an impoverished family of factory workers in the slums? I can tell that the road in front of her will be filled with misery.
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Harmony Ametsenya is too young to face the cruelties of the city. At ten years old, she shouldn’t be hungry, she shouldn’t be cold, she shouldn’t be worried about where her next meal is coming from. But it doesn’t change the fact that she is.
Fourteen-year-old Msitu Ametsenya shouldn’t be either. But it doesn’t change the fact that she will keep Harmony safe at all costs. At all costs. No matter what.
Their lives are full of fear and pain work. Because in this city, nobody cares about two impoverished orphan children trying to stay alive. Nobody cares about the impoverished at all. The city is grey, made of metal and glass and concrete. The water is grey, full of pollution. The sky is grey, full of smog.
As Christmas comes around the corner, the first Christmas since their parents died, how will Msitu make it a time of joy and hope? Because after all, in a world run by greed and apathy, hope is everything.
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