INTRODUCTION
Do you know the similarities between ants and humans?
It's actually quite a simple question.
Ants are strong. They work together, harmonize, ally with and help one another to get the job done. However, when there is a slight disturbance in that seemingly 'perfect' pattern of work, they completely snap and lose whatever composure they have. They just scurry around, flustered and aimless, with no goal, until the danger goes away. It's quite pathetic, really.
But the thing is, humans are exactly like that.
(Year: Unknown) (Date: Unknown)
A clockwork doll sits motionless at the base of a stained glass window. It is life-sized, with perfect rosebud lips and a complexion even fairer than a fairy's. Hair as fine as silk and smooth like satin adds to its list of good looks, and the colour it is compliments the extravagant clothes the doll wears. The humanoid's eyes are simply beautiful; shining brighter than the stars themselves, they are almost identical to two precious sapphires. But even with all that flawlessness, the doll is cold and hollow- like a husk.
Near its feet, a dark puddle continues to grow. Formed from the leaking, bleeding colours slowly trickling from the window, this unnatural process results in the creation of an inky substance that erodes and wilts every object and plant it flows past. As the puddle steadily spreads to all four corners of the room, it seems to smoothen out, ridding itself of the ripples and waves that lap over one another, and thus gaining a mirror-like complexion.
All this while, the doll only blinks once.
There is a sound of haphazard, ragged breathing. Though minimum in volume, it travels around the room, resonating in countless loops of misery. It is reminiscent to a wild animal's whimpers: pathetic, sympathetic, and almost apologetic.
It seems like the more one listens to it, the louder it gets in volume, until it consumes the mind and hypnotizes the listener.
The whimpering creature in the corner cries.
"It's too late."
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Binding History
Fantasy"Nothing lasts forever." The world used to be at peace. But when the Five Beacons of Power, the Elteria, were mysteriously taken from their Shrines, that 'perfect' scale of harmony and violence was tipped over. In a country called Reldrel, a young...
