To refer to Dema as my home has never felt accurate. Dema, to me, has simply been the place that I've existed, or, the 'slot' they've put me in. I've heard stories about the idea of "home," and its depiction has always seemed warm from the storyteller's description. There was a romant[i]c ownership of the place they inhabited that I admired, but could never relate to. This place, my p[l]ace, however, seems devoid of the romance and wonder that the old stories tell. But somewhere between the iron order and fallible precision of Dema, a hum of wonder exists. It's this quiet wonder that my mind tends to gets lost in. This hope of discovery alone has birthed a new version of myself; A better version, I hope, that will find a way to experience what's beyond these colossal walls. - Clancy
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