Dystopia
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There were people, a lost society calling themselves “the people of the underground”. A society of domination, strict bondage and conformity that depicts an image that is both sensual and empathetic, but to what end. The end of her freedom happened as she watched the rituals that aroused her.
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Do you believe in hope?
Fate?
When it's easier to imagine the end of the world than it is your own end.
I have a story about both and how they intertwine to save us.
Trinity? How ironic of a name in our time. But it fit her well. She was last of the surface
dwellers in a post-apocalyptic world that changed the future of our species. She alone
walked the surface, barren and lifeless. It held little hope for the future, and yet she
struggled each day to live. Walked miles to find food or even some petrol to keep the
power on to have her memories rekindled of a better time.
Oh
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and cologne
Then tell him I'm-
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You would think it was an exercise in futility.
Why not just give in?
Anything had to be better.
Not for Trinity.
She always believed that fate kept her going because she was the key to some mysterious
new beginning.
How?
When?
Why?
Were the questions to be avoided because there wasn't any answers that could be given for
those?
She just knew that the answers would come for questions not even thought of yet.
She liked where she was at the moment, but knew it was time to move on.
Those answers that flittered at the edge of her conscience were not here, but they were coming.
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