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Godliness in Stone

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  Scene 1 It smells like… time down here. Not just damp earth or rot, but something older. A primal scent that’s been waiting in the dark for a millennium. I’m recording this at the bottom of the scar somewhere in the anomaly. In my mind, it's called the Necropolis Gully . My helmet is trying to map it—casting these sterile, digital grids over the moss and the stone—but the data doesn’t make sense. It’s glitching. It’s shuddering against the reality of this place. I don't know why I'm here, looking at ruins. Just... debris. But in the ruins, I found the ghosts of a future that never happened. I was walking over shards of polymerised memories . This was once a city.  It was meant to be the heart of a new world that... simply stopped. It wasn't an engineering failure. It was a failure of existence. Holding that slate, I felt this... weight. The grief of the architect. The "wounds of unbuilt dreams." I realised then that this isn't a graveyard for people. It’...
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Celeste Once we were Gods

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Say you lived
Say you were not trapped
From past exploits and in truth
After having desecrated with impunity
At a cost and at the probability of not being caught
When in the dream, with presence and being elsewhere intended
Curiosity
Want
Hidden
And in pleasure

Deep within where the monster always resides
In fear of reconciliation
In fear of embarrassment
In fear of being blamed
Guiding our best intentions

Once we were the gods
Reaping the fruits and goods
Taking our want
Forging new opportunities new conquests
Processing memory and establishing fact with authority

But only to be destined to forever look over our shoulder
In case we were spotted
In case we were held as accountable
In case we were not in god's plan after all
And in our monster, we implore and sustain our power game





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