A World on Top of Conspiracy

A Land of Higher Expectation

...Symbolistic, of few who earn such title, even fewer make the rank of a paradigm would; as treachery would supply for, the brazen eyes of our kingdom seek at all and only gaze at those promising of visual peasantry. This claim, as ignorant as it may stand, casts the idea of shamelessness upon citizens, and would often make itself known as imprudent and disconnected due to its wide generalization of a good companion's character. My companion however, is not the praise of public judgment, therefore, I am quick to recall my observations as to why not the king's heir, but rather the prince's, has gathered the bias of Welkin, both reader and author alike. My favor lies not in his highness's striking embodiment of the ideal Imperium handsomeness so many have envied, but rather by the second prince's intriguing scheme of act. While you may love him, I'm sure he has made it quite apparent of his indifference towards you. Don't accuse me of misleading you, the epitome of my judgment only centers around our second prince's conceit of himself. With my stance being made public, the only humility I have is my vouch of the admiration I have over his highness Ariphron, I have been honored to believe his conceit as previously mentioned; comical and in good humor, it has been made obvious to me, that the prince truly just strives to present performance to us in the form of his title "paradigm," would suggest. As I have made my opinion clear, for longer have I known yours, returning to a previous view, I see you all truly naive, it is only the deaf person who would neglect the prince's eccentric head for his appearance. I am not an ignorant man, I am certain I have not at all shaken any perspectives of his highness the second prince... If you would allow, a final input I shall state, is of crown prince Pericles, of which is only a reminder of his dull irrelevance to society; to of which has already chosen to monitor crown Ariphron by just mere outshine in appearance...

-Ermis of Elea

I have always shared a fair amount of remorse for my brother. He engrosses himself entirely with his vast obligations, which not only wears him out, but also prevents him from making social appearances with the public. As a result of this deprivation of my brother to the people, they seem to leach onto me and my affairs. It makes me uncomfortable how they romanticize me. My contribution to this kingdom is quite limited yet they look on me as an idol or savior in proclamations and even in common talk. However, on the subject of my brother; the populace seems to neglect him. I see many traits of good character in him that are rarely viewed. As for me, my disadvantages are projected as characteristics of a king. When I do as Pericles, and be secretive or unapparent I get called mysterious, which only intrigues our villagers, making them curious. If ever I am bold, which is quite often, the people call me opinionated and prepared to argue as if I was presented to the queen's council. This irks me greatly, I don't find myself willing to be vied over because I might have a "diamond" visual. Appearance in my kingdom means a copious amount of influence. Our ancestors would prioritize it as well, creating pigments and various tools and methods in order to dye our skin producing a more ghostly demeanor. It is said that the paler one is, the more veins become apparent. Bearing vibrant Neptunes for veins holds a considerable amount of reverence. For, the sprout of our power stems from the bloodstream coursing inside us, therefore, the deeper the blood the greater chance to become a puissant man.

Puissance is in our odd extravagences: As Welkin individuals, we have the ability to intimidate. This spastic enrichment has caused an underline of idolization through our people's barricaded mindsets. Something so provoking of trepidation deserves no more than a burning fear, and a promise to never emit any amount of speech depicting so sacred a topic. In addition, the folly of it all expands; there is no need to hold potency to its full extent anymore. We are all unprejudiced here on our island above the sky. We are suspended from all below the clouds. We've taken the nickname Welkin, gifted to us by the Savinos. They see us as gods, and believe us to have all of glory sitting in our Imperium alone. This thought is as naive as a child's inquisitive mind. Although we might be higher than them in a literal sense, the only element that separates us from them is our vast, common, arrogant behavior and our obvious affinity for creating daunting situations. Rather than creating growth or life as any god would, our kingdom creates rock deposits that have caused dwellers on the ground to suffer. Although I do exist in a flawed