Prologue
A story of a world where everyone is equal and thinks alike. The purities. There are no genders, and the only way to tell who who is is by the barcode along their arm. Each "person" has their own job which they attend to every day at the same time and do the same thing. The sentinels make sure of it. There is no true thought, nor wonder. The world could be black and white and they wouldn't care less. There is no emotion, no life.
Nothing can be heard but footsteps and the sound of propaganda that plays through the streets all day, a bright mans voice proclaiming of how beautiful and perfect the world is, and how to never stray from this path, in fear of the monsters that lay ahead of you if you do, such as sin and greed. Monsters that gobble you up and rip through you the first chance they get.
In a world as such, there will always be... exceptions..
"Opaque"
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This...being.. was "created" differently. They thought differently to the others. They WERE different to others. They dreamed. They thought. They had feelings.
They believed.
But what they believed was a lie.
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Trace
Mystery / ThrillerTrace "An ideal world, where there is no war, fighting, greed or pain. A void of incurable mental stability where there is no such thing as hope. A place where mankind exists, but does not."
