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Forever In Mind

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dystopian fantasy fiction futuristic mentaldisorder mentalhealth mindscape post-apocalyptic utopia

Have you ever felt out of control?
After the second Gen of Humans has been destroyed in the Burnings and the third learned From their war and bloodbath, the fourth generation is finally the perfect world. Gone is the climate change that led to the first demise, and gone is the barbaric inability to control emotions. Now, to keep emotions in check, when emotions for people change the 4rth Gen physically enters their mind to experience that emotion. When this happens, all time stops, and nobody can notice and help you out of your mindscape.
The fourth Gen, though they dont know it, also have the inability to kill. 
In a New World containing 7 Vills each assigned a Leader and 6 other counselors, all ruled by The Complex, everyone seems to act how they should. There is no climate change, there is no mass pollution or violence, the world has been. . .set back. . . as if the Industrial Revolution and all our modern day aspects of life have just. . .vanished. 
There is only one flaw to this everlasting utopia.
And they are the MIs.
We are here. We are breathing. And we are waiting for the moment to escape.Tutti i diritti riservati

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ECHOES OF THE VANISHED

Once, this world was painted in hues of green and blue,alive, breathing, and free. Now it lies cloaked in dust and sorrow, so pale that even the sky weeps in pity. Where wings once danced across endless skies, not a single feather dares to fall. The colours of life were stolen and those who took them, know their guilt too well. But isn't that the rhythm of life itself? To fall, to bleed, to rise again? Life was meant to be free wild as the wind, untamed as hope. Yet now, that life flickers...its final light trembling beneath the weight of despair. Until they came, the "saviours," wrapped in golden lies. They promised colour, promised salvation, but in the dark, they only snuffed out more stars. And just when the world's last song was about to fade life defied its own ending. It gave birth to something forbidden. Unnatural. Unwanted. Unbreakable. They were the echoes of rebellion souls forged in silence and fire. The world would tremble again, its nights filled with screams of the dark for the light these Unnaturals would ignite. For they were no longer just outcasts. They were "Revolutionaries" rising against the shadowed throne of a corrupted order, against the lies that chained the truth, and against the hands that silenced every voice that dared to speak. And through their defiance, the world would remember, that even in the deepest dark, light is born from those who refuse to bow.