Shattered Symmerty

Chapter 1 The Cracks in Symmertria

How much chaos can a perfectly balanced world handle before it starts falling apart? It all began with the tiniest, most insignificant thing-so small that no one even noticed it at first. A crack in the ground beneath the Grand Hall of Patterns. Just a thin, barely visible fracture running through the flawless marble floor. "Eh, it's fine," they said. Just patch it up. No big deal, right? But then there were more. Little cracks here, tiny fissures there, spreading like spider webs across buildings, streets, and even the air seemed to shimmer, distorted by fractures no one could explain.

And the people? Oh, they were starting to feel it too. Like something was off. Something unsettling, deep down, as if the balance they'd always counted on was slipping through their perfectly manicured fingers.

But here's a question for you: What happens when the thing you trust the most, the thing that holds your world together, starts to crack?

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Symmetria-a world of flawless order, where every line, every corner, every breath had its place. It wasn't just a city; it was a philosophy. A rulebook of life written in straight lines and perfect circles. Imagine a place where everything-literally everything-is designed to be in harmony. A world where you can't even sneeze out of turn without someone whispering, "That's not aligned with the patterns."

I mean, sure, it sounds peaceful, right? No chaos, no mess. Just a bunch of perfectly tuned people, living in a perfectly tuned city, like the human equivalent of wind-up toys. Every building, every person, synced to the same rhythm, following the same rules. Yawn.

But lately? Things have started to get... weird. People are disoriented, feeling out of sync like they missed the last step in a dance they've known their whole lives. There's talk of strange frequencies, flashes of light that shouldn't be there. But the Guild of Harmonics-the ones who maintain all this perfection-what do they say? "Eh, it's just a few outliers. They need Tuning." Oh, right. Tuning, where they basically reset your brain like you're a computer that's frozen. Super comforting.

But what if it's not just a few people? What if it's not just their problem? What if it's the world's problem? What happens when the cracks get too big to patch up?

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The cracks, you see, weren't just in the walls. They were in people. People who were suddenly refusing to be Tamed-sorry, I mean Tuned. People who were starting to see the cracks. And guess what? The Guild's machines weren't working like they used to. Shocking, right? The cracks, the people, the malfunctioning machines-it was all connected. Symmetria was built on balance, on this flawless equilibrium, but guess what? That perfection was a lie.

"What do you mean?" I hear you ask. Oh, dear, you really thought a world could be perfect forever? Please. The cracks were always there, just hidden behind the polished façade. Now they're showing up everywhere, and the Guild's scrambling, pretending like they've got it all under control.
Spoiler: they don't.

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People were starting to talk-whispers of rebellion, of chaos, of, dare I say it, freedom. Some said the system had gone too far, that balance pushed this hard wasn't balance at all, but a slow, inevitable collapse. You push perfection too hard, and eventually, it pushes back.

But then there were the others, the true believers, clutching their geometry textbooks like life rafts. They wanted more control, more order. The cracks, they said, weren't the fault of the system-oh no-they were the fault of the people who refused to comply. The outliers. The rebels. They were the ones causing the cracks, obviously. Sure, jaan.

So, what's the truth, you ask? Well, that's where it gets fun. Turns out the world was never as perfect as they made it out to be. Beneath all those clean lines and perfect angles was a mess, just waiting to explode.

The question isn't, "Can Symmetria be saved?" No, the real question is: Should it?

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The cracks kept spreading, and the Guild kept pretending they had answers. But the truth was becoming clearer every day-their precious system was crumbling under the weight of its own delusions. The more they tried to fix it, the worse it got. Because here's the thing: you can't fix a broken system with more of the same broken tools.

And the people? Oh, they were starting to notice. Some began to resist, questioning everything they'd been taught, while others desperately clung to the old ways, hoping they could glue the pieces back together. But here's another question for you: What if the cracks aren't the problem? What if the cracks are the solution?

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The perfect, orderly world of Symmetria was falling apart. And maybe-just maybe-it was about damn time.

So, what now? What do you do when the world you've known is breaking down around you? Do you try to patch up the cracks and hope for the best? Or do you let it all crumble and see what rises from the rubble?

Symmetria's balance was broken. But maybe, just maybe, some things need to break before they can be truly free.