——•✧✦ ᴀᴍɪᴅꜱ ᴅᴇᴄᴀʏ III ✧✦•——
E3 - W:Day 10.09 Hour 07:50
Hey there! ...Are you still here?
Great.
So, our first meeting wasn't too bad.
Hmm... wait a second...
You. You?
Who the hell are you?
Let me just scroll through the list...
Creature 17 — check.Creature 45 — check.
...
Aha.
You're not in our records.
Did someone leave the back door open again?
Well, you're already here, aren't you?
If you're truly willing to learn...
I'll make you a deal.
From now on, you're my student.
And no one touches my students.
Not even the system.
But if anyone finds out?
I'll just say you're an illusion I created to cope with administrative duties.
Haha! Works every time.
Now sit down, mystery-thing.
Let's begin.
08:00
⟹ You, Creature... Yes, you!
Still attending my class.
Still unsure whether I'm insane or some kind of mafioso.
Did you miss me??
Yesterday, you had your first lesson with the boring guy, right?
I gave him the hard job: showing you around.He loves order, after all.
Ah... speaking of which.
I wanted to point out something truly amazing.
You probably noticed the clock in the classroom...
Well — as you can see — it's gone now.
Haha.
And the reason is simple: that perfectionist takes it with him.
Yes, that's right.
When he arrives at school, he always has two briefcases.
[...
In the second one — yep — he keeps that damn clock.
Hahaha.
And the funniest part?
He even wears one on his wrist.
He's almost more paranoid than I am...
Anyway!
Let's get started with the thing I'm underpaid to do.
Creatures...
Have you ever felt superior to others?
It might sound silly, but it's a feeling we can experience instinctively, without even meaning to.
And the worst part?
We can't get rid of it easily, no matter how pure or selfless we try to be.
However...
We can try to understand the perspectives of others.
Or, alternatively, just... not care that much.
(At least, that's what the manual they gave me says.)
This concept really resonates with people like me—
slightly asocial, enjoys time alone, probably shouldn't be teaching teenagers...
Haha... yeah.
To be clear: Feeling superior doesn't just hurt others.
It hurts us.
Indulging in that illusion may feel comforting for a while...
But in solitude — when all the noise is gone —we realize just how ridiculous and fragile we really are.
Naturally, emotions make everything messier.
Sooo...
Anche se non dovevamo iniziare con le lezioni serie questa settimana...
Eccovi un piccolo regalo.
Guardate il filmato verso la lavagna elettronica.
8:20 Consider the story of Varian:
E?. XIX (19th) — 07/07/1883A Privileged Birth
Come this way...
Don't worry, I have candy, and I'll take you to a nice place, let's say.
We're in the quaint town of Oakridge, also known as The Cradle of the Fall.
And just as the name suggests, today we speak of one of its victims.
His official name is Varian.
Born into privilege thanks to his father, Augustus Pendleton, a man of affluence and influence whose shadow loomed over the entire community.
Yes, this boy is special. But like every special creature...He needed to make mistakes.
So let's skip ahead — to the beginning of his real life.
At school, Varian reveled in the assumed superiority his family name granted him.
His actions? A blend of cruelty and disdain, hidden behind charm and status.
Small acts of psychological and physical violence.
I know.
Not the best first impression.
But no one is born perfect, are they?
And behind closed doors?He was just another pawn in the Pendleton family's grand performance.
08:25 — The Family Dynamics08/11/1895
Varian enters the drawing room.
His older brother, Alexander, is playing the violin.
His sister, Olivia, lounges on a green velvet sofa by the fireplace, absorbed in her book.
Their mother, Eleanor, observes them all — distant, detached, concealed behind a serene mask.
Varian, unsure, speaks.»▶ "May I speak for a moment?"
Alexander smirks without turning.»▶ "Oh, look who's decided to join us. The prince of woes. What an honor!"
Olivia, without lifting her gaze:»▶ "Yes, Varian. Speak. But do hurry — some of us have real contributions to make."
Varian clears his throat.»▶ "I thought... maybe I could help. With the music, or the books, or..."
Eleanor finally speaks, without warmth. »▶ "Son, we Pendletons do things properly. You can't just wake up one morning and decide to be useful."
»▶ "True. Not everyone can be a virtuoso haha. Some are just born to be examples—of what not to do.
»▶ "What your brother means is that, we — being the best — must be a symbol for those beneath us. They should admire us, strive to improve themselves, and hope to someday reach our level. And as those who stand above, we have a certain duty — not just to these dreamers, but to ourselves as well."
Olivia, looking up softly, almost whispering: »▶ "So, think more carefully brother next time, before simply wishing for something. Otherwise, the vile birds will come and take everything from you."
What I've shown you isn't a particularly good scene.
But it is a typical one —A day in the life of our dear Varian.
08:34 — A Turning Point10/12/1901
At 18, the illusion shattered.
Behind wealth and achievement, there was only a boy — lost, disoriented, unwanted.
Misguided by his upbringing, Varian lost everything.
His manners, his future, even his place in the family.
He was kicked out.
And the cause?
Love.
A sweet, popular girl from a distant land.
She had lively eyes. A smile that made even Varian feel human.
Her name was..
»▶ "Alessia, why do you pull away every time I try to talk to you?Can't you see I'm trying to...?"
But her story was far more complex.
»▶ "Trying to what, P—Pendleton?To prove your power again?It's not this attention that I need."
Behind her bright smile, the girl hid a darker truth.Her father — consumed by alcohol and demons —brought storms home every night.
Discordant screams, makeshift hideouts, and a heavy atmosphere of unhappiness accompanied every night.
09:00
Oh, no.
We've spent too much time inside my thoughts.
The boss might again..
Let's jump —
To another time.
To another place.
Where desolation begins.
For him.
Exactly as it began for Varian.
˜"°•. ♪ .•°"˜
8:30
Walking alongside Eve toward the ruined city, Adam, still uncertain about the unfolding events, patiently awaited the crucial information download.
Ninety-eight minutes remained.
Each step he took reverberated through the broken streets, creating a strong metallic echo that intertwined with the wind's whispers.
The dust stirred by Adam's movements mixed with the acrid taste of decay and rust in the air. The crunch of shattered glass and fractured concrete composed a symphony of destruction.
Beside Adam, Eve's luminous presence was a beacon amidst the desolation.
»🚺 "This place is full of ruins.." Sigh, the girl.
At every step, the unstable ground beneath his feet seemed to whisper ancient stories of life and death buried under the rubble.
»⚙️ "They also seem very unstable." Adam replied, touching a wall while continuing to walk.
»🚺 "It's scary that these were once homes."
The heavy silence was only interrupted by the distant cawing of crows.
Eve noticed them feeding on lifeless bodies and hurried toward them, waving her hands in a desperate attempt to drive them away.
Her hands passed through the birds, reminding her of her intangible nature.
»🚺 "Fly awayyy!" The crows remained indifferent.
She was aware of her essence as an artificial intelligence and the impossibility of interacting with the real world, but she still wanted to do something.
Her frantic sprint and desperate attempt had no impact on the crows.
They fed undisturbed, unaware of Eve's presence and indifferent to her agitation.
Disappointment painted Eve's face, her inner light suffocated by the sadness of realizing her powerlessness in the face of tangible reality.
She turned her gaze toward Adam, seeking comfort in his presence, hoping to find a way out of this desperate sense of futility.
Adam's metallic form stood amidst the desolation, an observer of the unfolding tragedy.
The cybernetic eyes scanned that macabre display, registering the futility of Eve's attempt to shoo away the crows.
His gaze lingered on her, witnessing her futile efforts with empathy.
»🚺 "Adam!" Eve's voice, though ethereal, carried a tinge of sorrow.
Her face continued to reflect sadness, while the intense emotion influenced the rhythm of her breathing, causing a rapid and irregular breath.
»🚺 "I wish... I wish I could do something about their suffering.. Or at least shield them from such.. indignity."
Adam's gaze softened, and his eyes expressed understanding.
»⚙️ "I know, Eve.. Your empathy them.."
»🚺 "But it feels futile!" She sighed, her luminous form flickering slightly. »🚺 "I can't touch, I can't alter, I can only watch AAAA."
Recognizing Eve's distress, Adam stepped forward, his metallic form a stark contrast against the desolate backdrop.
Adam waved his arms with a determined gesture, mimicking Eve's motion, prompting the crows to take flight with a rustle of black wings.
»⚙️ "Fly awayyy!"
Their wingbeats echoed as they departed, leaving the place in a deeper silence.
Eve looked amazed, her bright eyes shining with hope.
»🚺 "Adam, you did something I couldn't," She admitted with a faint smile.
Satisfied that he had been able to intervene in the situation. »⚙️"I'm here for you, Eve. Because together, we can overcome our limitations."
Adam turned to Eve, his cybernetic gaze meeting her luminous eyes.
»⚙️ "It might be futile, but not trying would be worse for us!"
The quiet once more draped over the desolate landscape, Eve and Adam frozen in time, cradled by a silence that seemed to have engulfed every other sound.
Shaking his head. »⚙️ "I don't understand, why are we here?"
Eve gazed beyond the deserted streets and dilapidated houses as if seeking an answer in the panorama unfolding before them.
Raising her shoulders slightly along with the hands »🚺 "I don't know,"
Eve continued. »🚺 "It's a creepy place.. Feels like every stone has a story, but there's no one around to hear anymore.."
Adam contemplated the desolation around them, his thoughts seemingly entwined with the sadness of the place.
»⚙️ "Maybe being here is about finding something in this emptiness."
Slowly nodding. »🚺 "Maybe we have to find meaning in what's left."
»🚺 "How much time until the data download, Adam??"
»⚙️ "Approximately 77 minutes."
The girl, accentuating her light, asked eagerly. 🚺 "So, what do we do now, companion?"
Adam replied, »⚙️ "Well, let's try to comprehend what happened by examining the walls, the ground, and within the building!"
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10:07
Give me a moment, I need to drink some water.
Normally, I don't talk this much.And I love drinking water.
Especially when it can be set on fire with a lighter.
Ehm...
Sorry.
But now I can't get Varian and that girl out of my mind.
I have to continue.
Alright, where was I with Alessia?
Ah—right.
Another Night of Chaos — 09/12/1901
In the shadowy confines of the kitchen, the air was charged — vibrating with the violent timbre of her father's shouts.
»▶ "Alssia! You can't hid foreve!"
His voice, thick with alcohol and rage, erupted through the house.
Each syllable struck like a hammer.
Her mother, pale and resolute, stood between him and the most likely hiding spots.
»▶ "Marco, she's just a child! Why can't you see that?!"
»▶ "Cchild? She's your past!"He spat the words, tangled in the toxic brew of his breath.
With blind rage, Marco grabbed a beer bottle from the counter and hurled it against the wall.
It shattered, spraying glass and alcohol across the room.
The sharp tang of beer filled the air.
A scent that would cling to Alessia's memory.
»▶ "Marco! You're destroying—look at what you've become!"
His shove sent her mother sprawling to the floor, her knees cutting against shards of glass.
Blood mixed with beer, leaving trails like tiny, gleaming rubies down her legs.
She cried out, hoarse with fear.
Desperate, she clawed at his shirt — pulling hard.
The fabric stretched, then ripped, the sound slicing through the chaos like a gunshot.
Il cuore di Alessia batteva all'impazzata, mentre lui passava furioso, scalciando tra i detriti.
Dal suo rifugio angusto, l'odore dell'alcol era opprimente, imprimendosi nella sua mente come un ricordo viscerale di paura e disgusto.
Schegge di vetro si erano sparse ovunque.
Alessia era costretta a rimanere inginocchiata su di esse, ignorando il dolore pungente, mentre si stringeva su se stessa con una mano premuta forte sulla bocca, per non emettere alcun suono.
»▶ "Com' out, come out, wherever are..."He taunted — a menacing growl that echoed through their home like a cruel lullaby.
She curled tighter into herself.
Fear. Alcohol. Blood. Silence.
All wrapped around her like a suffocating blanket.
10:22 — Misguided Affection: 11/12/1901
Unaware of Alessia's private torment, Varian tried — in his own broken way — to capture more her attention.
But affection, when twisted by insecurity and arrogance, becomes poison.
He approached her, attempting lightness.»▶ "Hey Alessia, always wandering around alone, huh?"
But the tone was wrong.
Not friendly.
Mocking.
Already consumed by her own thoughts, Alessia flinched at the words — as if slapped.
Her face contorted.
Varian panicked.
»▶ "Wait, I didn't mean—"
But it was too late.
She turned away.
Her heart heavier than ever.
He stood there, watching her go.
Frustration bubbling behind his eyes.
He hadn't meant to hurt her.
But he did.
This girl… unable to bear the weight of pain — private and public —chose silence.
That day, Alessia made an irreversible decision.
10:30
Alright, creatures.
Go take a break.
In the meantime, I'll lock myself in there.
And don't worry if you see me coming out of that closet —It's my safe zone.
See you in 30 minutes.
Do not disturb me.
Unless the entire school is really on fire.
(And even then, bring marshmallows.)
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11:01
The desolate ruins stretched before Adam like a graveyard of memories. He trod cautiously, his metallic steps reverberating through the skeletal remains of the once-thriving city.
»⚙️ "Eve, these ruins hold echoes of a forgotten world, once symbols of strength and protection.." He murmured, his cybernetic eyes scanning the crumbling structures.
Once sturdy and proud, the walls now stood fractured, their surfaces weathered by time and neglect.
»🚺 "Observe closely. These walls are fading into dust.. But why?"
Adam traced a line on the deteriorating walls, feeling the texture of disintegrating concrete under his touch.
The odor of mold and decay filled his nostrils and seeped through the cracks of those crumbling walls.
»⚙️ "The cement... as if it's losing its grip on reality, turning into a mere residue of what once was, " He Commented, his voice tinged with a mix of wonder and sorrow.
His touch triggered an immediate reaction: the already fragile concrete yielded to the pressure of his fingers. Small fragments broke away, dispersing in the air like stardust in a decaying galaxy.
As they ventured deeper into the ruins, the first houses emerged, accompanied by a crescendo of whispers woven into the atmosphere.
Fragments of conversations seemed almost audible amidst the eerie silence.
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»🚺 "Hey, do you hear them too?" Her gaze fixed on a particularly dilapidated structure.
»⚙️ "Yes, Eve. The echoes of laughter, the hum of daily life, all trapped within these crumbling walls." Adam replied softly, comforted by the presence of his guide in this desolate landscape.
Now, closer to the city, they could scrutinize its structure better. Until then, they had only glimpsed it from a distance, surrounded by a few walls.
Crumbling buildings stood like melancholic sentinels, resembling open tombs, while the once lively and bustling streets now lay in ruins.
Their once majestic structures are now reduced to bone fragments, reaching out to the heavens in futile desperation.
Each weathered brick bore the marks of time, narrating tales of bygone generations long gone.
Dry ivy, akin to a shroud of mourning, draped itself over these decaying edifices, weaving a tapestry of nature's inexorable advance against the backdrop of human arrogance.
Roads that once teemed with life and commerce now lay in disarray, fractured and swallowed by nature's relentless reclamation.
Cracks meandered through the asphalt, reclaiming territory inch by inch.
Weeds, resilient and resolute, pushed through the crevices as if determined to resurrect the past.
Rusted and desolate, abandoned vehicles stood as silent witnesses to the decline of human ambition.
Once brimming with verdant life, the ground beneath their feet now crumbled into dry, lifeless soil as if vitality's essence was seeping away.
Amongst the remnants of ruins, fallen structures lay scattered like monuments to humanity's downfall.
The very essence of the air seemed to mourn their tragic fate as if nature itself wept for the loss of its custodians.
The girl curiously looked at Adam and. »🚺 "What do you think? Why does this place seem so ancient? It resembles a twentieth-century town."
»⚙️ "I'm uncertain. It's as if these ruins are trapped in time. I can't pinpoint why it feels so ancient, but perhaps we may unearth more through time and thorough exploration!"
»⚙️ "This download could reveal crucial information about this place's past. Just another hour.."
Eve walked forward, suggesting. »🚺 "Hey, how about we go deeper into the city and check out that tower?"
Pointing to the west. »🚺 "Maybe we'll get a better view from up there and figure out what's going on around here."
As Adam and Eve delved deeper into the ruined city, their curiosity heightened alongside the enigmatic aura surrounding this forgotten place.
The tower Eve pointed to appeared as an ideal vantage point, offering a comprehensive view of the remaining territory.
Approaching the tower, their anticipation of gaining a clearer perspective heightened. The structure stood tall like a beacon amidst the ruins, promising an unparalleled view of what endured in the city.
The tower ascended against the sky, a monument to the past. Its weathered walls told silent tales of eras long gone.
The majestic structure stands proudly, its cracks in the stones bearing witness to days gone by and the events that shaped its history.
Trending at approximately 40 meters (~131 Feet) in height and 30 meters (~98 Feet) in width, it was moderately towering yet held a substantial presence, neither too diminutive nor imposing.
The windows, now bereft of glass, stared out like empty eyes, surveying the surrounding panorama.
The weathered internal staircases, visible through the worn windows, hinted at a journey to the top fraught with peril, mystery, and ancient secrets.
Adam regarded the tower with uncertainty.
»⚙️ "Eve, I'm unsure if it's wise to venture there. Look at those cracks along the walls; it seems like everything's about to collapse.."
Eve examined the structure with resolve.
»🚺 "I understand your concerns, but going up there could give us a better view!"
Adam nodded, still uncertain but willing to follow Eve.
»⚙️ "Okay, but let's proceed with caution. I don't want to take unnecessary risks.."
»🚺 "We'll be able to pinpoint our location!" Replied Eve with a brave smile.
The tower loomed as a commanding edifice, starkly contrasting the surrounding ruins.
Fashioned from a material that once might have been granite, it now bore clear signs of deterioration.
Surfaces were discolored, dust-covered, and grime accumulated over the years. Cracks marred the structure, a testament to the passage of time and abandonment.
Once majestic and imposing, the tower's door now stood as a haunting and decaying entrance.
The wood, weathered by time and the elements, was gray and cracked.
Once grand, it was now reduced to a fragile and worn structure.
»🚺 "Adam, this door is our only way in.. But it doesn't look like it's been opened in years."
»⚙️ "You're probably right. We might need to force it open.."
Approaching cautiously, Adam slowly, with care, placed his hand on the rusty handle, which emitted a creaking sound.
Yet the door didn't open, as if it intended to resist for long before yielding to their desire for discovery.
They had no choice but to break through it.
The inscriptions that once adorned the door must have been clear and decisive but now appeared faded and weathered.
It was as if the material had undergone erosion, making it challenging to decipher the writing. However, fragments of the inscriptions remained legible, hinting that they held crucial information about this forgotten city.
Adam glanced uncertainly at Eve.
»⚙️ "Eve, this operation might pose risks. The structure seems extremely fragile. It might not withstand our attempt to open that door.."
»🚺 "Adam, we can't let a door win!"
Acknowledging the risk, both understood the potential reward concealed behind that ancient and obstinate entrance.
Adam positioned himself, sensing the distance from the door, stepping a few meters back, meticulously gauging his movements.
»⚙️ "Alright, I'll try to bring it down."
With a deep breath, Adam propelled himself to the door with all his might.
»🚺 "3 2 1"
He yelled, to increase the performance.
»⚙️"AAAA!!"
His metallic shoulder collided with the aged wood, raising a cloud of dust upon impact.
The dust echoing through the ruins was accompanied by a dull thud.
Adam shielded his eyes from the raised dust.
The door groaned in protest, hinges rusted and resisting the intrusion.
A mix of euphoria and anticipation sparkled in Eve's gaze.
»🚺 "Adam, don't lose!"
With a second attempt fueled by determination, Adam threw his weight against the door again.
Again, the ancient wood groaned and protested, but the rusted hinges gave way as the door yielded to their perseverance.
A loud crack echoed through the ruins, followed by a suspenseful silence.
Then, inch by inch, the door gave way, its resistance fading away as it finally yielded to Adam's force.
It opened with a groan, revealing the darkness within and unleashing a cascade of dust and debris into the air.
Not only that but there were also tremors within the structure itself due to the force used to break through the door, making it more uncertain whether they should enter.
Eve, amidst the swirling dust, applauded while having a smile of satisfaction impossible to conceal.
»🚺 "You did it!"
11:20
Adam was still covered in dust, yet the inner walls of the tower greeted them with their age-old silence, while the light filtering through the cracks revealed outlines of ancient relics and mysterious symbols.
With a worried expression and a deep breath, the android turned its head towards Eve »⚙️ "Be careful! As I just knocked down the door, my sensors have detected over 9000 presences from that tower!"
In the corners, there were even fierce eyes of spiders, with numerous flies caught in their webs, some still alive, awaiting the gift of death from the spider.
Starting to laugh, Eve replied, »🚺 "Adam, I think it's a false alarm; there are just insects there, haha."
Turning his head towards the girl. »🚺 "You could have even flown over there, Eve, and shown them what you see.."
»⚙️ "Well, you're right, but this way we can also check inside and see if there's anything more.."
They looked at each other and decided to enter slowly.
»⚙️ "Let's enter; I don't sense any live *cough* hu−man *cough* presences inside." He said, looking at Eve, who was still chuckling.
Adam's first step into the tower stirred up dust like the place had been untouched for centuries.
The sound of his footfall echoed through the silence.
»🚺 "Come on, Adam, MOVE! I want to see what's inside, too.."
They found themselves in an atmosphere steeped in mystery and antiquity at the tower's entrance.
The faint light filtering through the cracks in the walls barely illuminated their path as they cautiously examined the fallen door and the wooden, unstable ground at the entrance.
Curious and apprehensive, they carefully scrutinized every detail, seeking clues of the past slumbering in the shadows.
The scene is tense and mysterious, with desolation permeating the environment.
Adam and Eve move cautiously through the vestibule, their steps measured as they explore the ancient tower.
The worn and unsteady floor accentuates the feeling of fragility and imminent danger, and every creak beneath their feet is like a silent warning.
»⚙️ "Look beneath our feet, Eve. This floor seems unsteady. We must move with caution." His eyes scanning the worn planks, conveying concern in his voice.
Eve nodded, tension painted across her face. »🚺 "O−Okey.."
With slow and careful steps, they explored the tower's vestibule, a small room about 6x6 meters (~19 x 19 Feet) with a door in the middle, which also seemed ancient.
The room unfolds like an enigma, filled with mysteries and symbols shrouded in obscure meanings.
The vestibule is steeped in a heavy and decadent atmosphere.
The walls adorned with indecipherable engravings guard ancient secrets.
Next to the mysterious symbols, rusted coat hooks and abandoned fabric scraps evoke images of a long-forgotten past.
The room hosts furniture that once must have been sumptuous but is now reduced to dilapidated relics of rotted wood.
In the room next to the door Adam had knocked down, there was also a switch to turn on the light bulb on the ceiling.
Adam tried to switch it on, but it didn't work.
It was clear they would have to continue in the darkness without light.
»🚺 "Look at those writings on the wall, Adam. It seems like an ancient dialect or perhaps a form of code." Said Eve, intrigued by the inscriptions.
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Adam leaned in to examine the enigmatic inscriptions more closely.
»⚙️ "It's a language I don't recognize. We must be careful not to touch anything here; these might be crucial pieces of this lost history."
Eve nodded, frustration is evident in her gaze. »🚺 "Well, I can't touch them anyway, as you know, Adam."
The sound of flies and their constant buzzing fills the air, adding a sense of discomfort to the scene.
In this room steeped in history and mystery, every sound and every movement became amplified.
Tension mounts as the two characters confront the unknown, attempting to decipher secrets hidden for centuries.
Finally, they decide to try opening the door in the vestibule, aware that every action could reveal new riddles or dangers.
Adam prepares to challenge the closed door, aware that another chapter of this mysterious place might be hidden behind it.
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12:00
A Tragic Beginning — 13/12/1901
Il suo gesto disperato fu un tentativo di fuga dalla sofferenza, un dolore ingiusto, lasciando dietro di sé una scia di domande senza risposta.
La notizia della sua morte gettò un'ombra ancora più cupa sul ragazzo.
Senso di colpa, rimorso, e la tardiva consapevolezza della verità lo avvolsero come un mantello di piombo.
Ignara dei propri errori e della sua complicità silenziosa, la società riversò la sua rabbia sulla famiglia Pendleton, senza mai comprendere davvero la catena di eventi che aveva condotto a quella tragica conclusione.
Il crudele destino di Alessia portò alla condanna sociale di Varian, che — oltre al peso della propria coscienza — si ritrovò esiliato e rifiutato dalla comunità che un tempo aveva condiviso con lei.
Così, il giovane si ritrovò vuoto, circondato dal buio di un passato tormentato, consapevole che la sua ignoranza aveva contribuito a una perdita irreparabile.
Lonely Christmas — 24/12/1901
Solo.
Senza amici, qualità, passioni, legami familiari o scopi.
La realtà gli cadde addosso come una roccia massiccia su una piuma.
Costretto a vivere da senzatetto per molti anni, Varian vagò per le strade, elemosinando briciole, dormendo in luoghi insicuri, osservando con occhi spenti quelle stesse persone che un tempo aveva deriso... mentre loro vivevano nel lusso.
Come un bambino, piangeva. Soffriva.
Un senzatetto gli disse:
»▶ "Casa non è un luogo, ragazzo. È una sensazione. E tu... hai molto da imparare su cosa significa 'tornare a casa'."
Rejected Again from Home — 25/12/1901
Anche se non capito, Varian provò più volte a tornare a casa.Ma fu sempre cacciato, picchiato dalle guardie, mentre la sua famiglia lo osservava in silenzio.
Credeva di meritare tutto quello — per le sue azioni passate.
Ma si sbagliava.
Chiuso in quella che chiamava "la mia prigione", Varian iniziò a cambiare.
Comprese che il suo destino non era opera del caso, ma la conseguenza delle sue scelte.
Le sue azioni non avevano solo ferito gli altri,avevano impedito a sé stesso di diventare chi avrebbe voluto essere.
A Moment of Reflection — 17/06/1905
Seduto su una panchina consunta dalla pioggia, Varian alzò lo sguardo verso il cielo grigio.
»▶ "Pensi mai che certi errori siano troppo grandi per essere perdonati?"chiese, con voce colma di rimorso.
Un amico, appoggiato al vecchio muro di pietra, sorrise appena.»▶ "Credo che il perdono inizi da noi stessi. Hai imparato dai tuoi errori?"
»▶ "Sì... ma il danno è fatto."Varian abbassò lo sguardo.
»▶ "Allora hai già iniziato a perdonarti."
Così, Varian decise di migliorarsi, a modo suo.Forse non il percorso ideale, ma con la consolazione di averci provato.
La narrazione della città — tra le facciate consumate degli edifici e i rami contorti delle querce antiche — sembrava sussurrare segreti che solo Varian poteva comprendere.
A Chance Encounter — 26/03/1918
Camminando per le strade deserte, Varian notò una figura incappucciata che dipingeva un quadro.
»▶ "Perché lo fai? Era già bellissimo, tutto in grigio."
L'artista si voltò, sorridendo sotto il cappuccio.
»▶ "Perché posso scegliere di aggiungere colore dove c'è solo grigio.Proprio come puoi fare tu, con la tua vita."
The Final Days — 05/04/1926
Non raggiunse mai i successi della sorella o del fratello.
Ma trovò il coraggio di esplorare la propria identità, la natura, e le opportunità che la vita — malgrado tutto — gli offriva.
Purtroppo..
Varian Pendleton, morì a 31 anni per una malattia terminale.Anno: 1926.
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12:32
Damn. I worked 2 minutes extra to finish this story.
Make sure to be in the same seats next time.
No noise.
You shouldn't even breathe.
That said…
I wish you all a wonderful day.
Or evening.
Little stars. ✦
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Spoiler box:
The strange person said loud.
"I don't even know how this thing works, damn it!"
A small object fell, its sound crunching underfoot.
The stranger's voice echoed again, ▶ "This damn device keeps buzzing and I still don't know what it wants! AAAAA!"