To refer to Dema as m home has never felt accurate. Dema, t me, has simply been the place that I've existed, or the 'slot' they've put me in. I've heard stories abo t the ide of "home," and its depiction has always seemed warm f om the storyt ller's de cription. here was a romant c ownership of the p ace they inhabited that I admired, but cou d never relate to. Thi place, my p ace, however, s ems devoid of the romance and wond r that the old stories tell. But somewhere between the iron order and fallible recis on of Dema, a hum of wo der exists. It's this quiet wonder that my mind tends to et lost in. This hope of discovery alone has birthed a new version of myself; A better version, I hope, that will find a way to experience what's beyond these colossal walls.
- Clancy
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Trench
FanfictionWelcome to Trench. In the lowest reaches of a barren world of grey and neon, there is a city called Dema, surrounded by walls and controlled by nine Bishops. There, children and adults of all ages are taught to perform with efficiency and obedience...
