Into the Gleaming Future. Episode 1.
It was one of those things you think only happens to other people, far, far away.
But this was getting closer by the minute, as cumulus in the distance drawing near, and you see the clear skies being coverer by leadish darkness.
There’s dust on the streets. Dust that used to be dirt, earth, biological material, perhaps even time and hope.
To seek perfection is a sin. Rules are rules, and the price one must pay may have been written a long time ago (possibly in a gigantic quarterbound in full cloth, blocked in gold, with an infinite number of sandpaper pages, and fastened by a chain to a man’s wrist. He looks like a man, but he possibly isn’t one, for “he casts no shadow”).
Who seeks perfection, pays with return. Not to Paradise, though.
But this was getting closer by the minute, as cumulus in the distance drawing near, and you see the clear skies being coverer by leadish darkness.
There’s dust on the streets. Dust that used to be dirt, earth, biological material, perhaps even time and hope.
To seek perfection is a sin. Rules are rules, and the price one must pay may have been written a long time ago (possibly in a gigantic quarterbound in full cloth, blocked in gold, with an infinite number of sandpaper pages, and fastened by a chain to a man’s wrist. He looks like a man, but he possibly isn’t one, for “he casts no shadow”).
Who seeks perfection, pays with return. Not to Paradise, though.
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