Ethereal ~ lwt

Ethereal ~ lwt

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e/ther/e/al (adj.) extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands One nation, under God indivisible in liberty and justice for all The year is 2125. America is no longer beautiful, no more for spacious skies, and it is no longer the land of the free. It has been more than 100 years since it has gone back to tyranny and chaos. No one wanted this, no one asked for it. The only thing that matters is that it is survival of the fittest, whatever group survives are the strongest. The Etherealists are people who no longer exist. They are described to be celestial, beautiful, almost perfect. They are described how the people were all those 100 years ago. Ever since the breakout and division of the Four Sides, they were wiped out and ceased to exist, leaving only the people now in darkness and battle. Northside, Southside, Eastside, Westside. America is split in four, no side having more land than the other. There are no signs of these Etherealists because they don't exist. Or do they? One trip down the wrong chute and Allie ends up somewhere she really shouldn't be. If she leaves, she dies. If she stays, she's off the radar forever. Cherry & Nutella © 2017
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