Next: ~all the runaways… are running here today, cowards and the brave are all looking here to save what little remains of their imagination~ TW/s: bad ideals, cr!mes “It’s a known fact that the aether is the most clean and prosperous realm in the world. And surely you would think so wouldn’t you? Well it can’t always be, there are always aetherites who turn out h0rrible really, it’s un-avoidable. Sure, we don’t have the same terms of bad, no m>rderers, no dealers, no other vile forms, no, we have the aetherites who are obsessed with perfection, not in the way you’d expect. No. The aetherites who are willing to do anything to keep the aether ‘perfect.’ That’s the thing. Nothing can be perfect. I feel I’ve seen more cr!mes completed by the perfectionists rather than the normal citizens. Sometimes these issues can be life threatening or damaging. But no one actually d!es!” “That’s what we all thought. We didn’t know about the d3ath toll. We didn’t know about the control room punctured inside the walls of the palaces, the wires that linked to explosives. We didn’t know that our leaders weren’t actually aetherites themselves. We didn’t know they were counting us.” “That’s the thing I suppose really, when you live in a civilisation that is stuck in a constant state of being perfect, you don’t really realise the red flags until it’s too late. Until you and millions of aetherites are fleeing from the sky kingdom, out of the previously locked veil that kept the Overworld at bay, falling, hundreds by hundreds. Fire. I have never seen so much of it in one place as I did that day. It was everywhere, like spider webs in a mine shaft, and it was almost fascinating the way it melted and burnt our cities to the ground.” “My name is skizz Le man, and I am one of the only surviving aetherites from the ruins of aphlantala that has survived long enough in the Overworld and all of its imperfections to be considered a Overworld citizen!” “Or well, I was an Overworld citizen.” *Banquett is tired*
