Diverse Worlds

"This has always been my favourite place in Cave. I used to come here as a child. I remember as a kid, I had so many good memories here." He paused for a second, "My friends used to bring me here whenever I was feeling down. We used to wonder what it was like on the surface. What it would be like if we could go home." He struggled to get the words out. "These stars aren't real. Look." He reached a hand up into the sky and floated, so he could reach. A small stone, covered in a silvery dust sat comfortably in the palm of Capricorn's hand. "But we can dream. We will get out of here one day. That is the only thing that will bring us all together. There is so much going on that the only thing that the people of Cave could agree on was a hatred of humanity."
"That is great."
"Sorry."
The young human walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down, looking upwards. "I may just be a child, but I am not what you think. I am not the child of Swifter. I am the human that no one knows. I am just in the wrong place. All this time. But that will never mess with me. This is my home. But I can't help wonder why I am here."
"You're surprisingly old for you age at times. Makes me wonder if I should be acting older."
"Yeah. It's fine. I am just used to being alone. It isn't scary or upsetting. Being alone is like dying. Neither good or bad, happy or sad. It will happen to everyone and everything eventually. And there is no reason to try and run or face it."

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Things go wrong too easily. People can go missing, people can get hurt. And what's the point? What is the point in trying when trying loses you everything? There isn't one. At that point, it is a game of luck. And when did that ever help you. It didn't.

Welcome to Cave. We are trying our best, but why stay in a world that wants you dead?

TW: Mental Illness, Suicide, Death, Occasional Gore, Conflict/War