Project: Haven

Project: Haven

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A collection of perspectives that happen to come together to create their own reality, living out their days in these words. - The masses of the human species had no clue how to handle the reality that the very world they inhabited for a handful of years was altered and shaped by their very own thoughts. It was a shame how it all ended- until it began again. Project: HAVEN, the very thought that some one percent of the one percent was controlling all of reality as we know it had some truth to it. That percentage was lucky enough to have been born in such high regard, be it coincidence or necessary fate. They managed to create an inhabitable world right underneath ours, or took off to the stars, while the rest of humanity allowed a global reset to take its course. So it did and so they went.
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We knew something wasn't right from the moment we awoke. It was like something was missing - a part of our very souls - and we couldn't sense the deficiency, no matter how hard we tried. A hundred million eyes adjusted to the dark all at once, all surprised to be awakened so soon. We ran through our checklists of limbs and senses, drawing ourselves out of our dreams piece by piece. Some went back to sleep, unaware, unbothered, too tired to notice the difference. Some lay in bed, too anxious to stand until the light of dawn crept through their windows at last, and they were sure the monsters in their closets had gone back to sleep. Some leapt from their slumbers, more keenly aware than others that the missing pieces were important. But we didn't know. We couldn't have. Not until we found ourselves standing in the light and discovered: We no longer had shadows.

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