The Craze, Book 2
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Part Two of The Craze.
For humanity, all hope is lost. They've stopped talking, they've stopped doing, they've stopped thinking. And you can't dream when you don't think. They lost hold of even their subconscious ambitions, and so it turned against them. Reliance in technology produced only nightmares, and in turn conjured the innate sense of destruction. The very thing they had forged to bring themselves closer, as they thought, turned them against themselves. It became rules and borders that they broke, and the laws on their heart were broken.
It's still there, the laws. The things that kept us alive, living, hopeful. Despite how destructive, how ruthless they became, there are those who can still recognize that thing within them. Who have memorizes this language. That thing that can get them some where other than this place. That can show them how to reach goodness.
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