《Angelic Summons》Advent of the System
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The system called to us all in our moments of weakness.
I sat at the windowsill eyes focused beyond.
The red dot in the sky grew ever closer day by day.
We knew what was coming for us.
Death. In the form of a unidentified mass the size of our sun.
It drifts closer still. Black as the void surrounding it.
A month ago the spot was nonexistent. Now it is estimated to be fatality close within a month.
Torturing all of us with its approach.
Many took this as the sign to change the status quo within their old professions. Dedicating their entire being towards creating real change.
They were empowered by the physical appearance of death to achieve accolades beyond their old limits.
In this sense dreams, faith, and desires of the old world only grew in magnitude with the approach of our doom.
These pioneers were so mighty in the eyes of the masses. Many called the best among them heroes. willfully ignoring the truly lopsided manner of progress created from this selective blitz of innovation.
They placed misguided hope in the role of these newer giants of the world
Expecting them to achieve something to save us all. The effort have yet to yield any real results.
My final journey to the death of this world was not driven or eventful in comparison.
In the end I lacked the resolve to do anything past imagine how I would change the world for the better.
I never wanted to die like this. My life was meant to mean something. To live for myself and stand apart from those around me.
I want to live.
I want to be trusted.
I want to Control
Desire burned through me as I gazed past the windowsill towards what was still a dot in the sky.
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It called sinisterly towards me in equal measure to the desperation from my small corner of the world.
For a moment it seemed to splinter into pieces before it once again formed its glowing whole.
A wave of energy swept through me. And I was gifted.
…
Desire for the power to follow my ambitions.
Resolve to place my hope in the new world I had just glimpsed from the System.
As it calls itself.
The wave expanded behind me and rushed towards me once again.
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