Imagine Just for one moment that what is and what isn’t doesn’t really matter, and that all that is, and ever was, could never be, imagine for one second that the very reality you hold dear, is the fantasy of another.
Imagine the very foundation of what you believe is a lie, and that beyond what you see, is what really matters.
Everyone you have ever known have disappeared and you are alone, in fact you were never officially born, nor were they.
You have been told you are someone else, you awaken confined to a insane asylum, armed guards wearing insignia you don’t even remember, guard over your every step. You don’t even know who you are anymore, maybe it was all a dream? If it was all a dream why does your heart ache so?
You have always been different, your abilities made you stand out among your peers, now that difference my decide your fate, could you truly be.. Human?
For mankind has long ago fallen to myth, legend of a race long ago created by the Creator, known as the First Born, the discovery of Humans in touch with the Creator could spell doom for the shadowy Overlords, for they above all else despise the firstborn.
The Overlords came to be when mankind began to play Creator and created for themselves a super race , one race to dominate them all, yet the man never dreamed the Overlord would turn on their creators, ironic really, just as mankind had turned on their creator many times.
Yet there have been whispers, that once in a while from the poor and down trodden a human is born, one whom can fully understand whom they are meant to be, if man are to rise again, they will have to remember more than they even know which has been forgotten.
Imagine the very foundation of what you believe is a lie, and that beyond what you see, is what really matters.
Everyone you have ever known have disappeared and you are alone, in fact you were never officially born, nor were they.
You have been told you are someone else, you awaken confined to a insane asylum, armed guards wearing insignia you don’t even remember, guard over your every step. You don’t even know who you are anymore, maybe it was all a dream? If it was all a dream why does your heart ache so?
You have always been different, your abilities made you stand out among your peers, now that difference my decide your fate, could you truly be.. Human?
For mankind has long ago fallen to myth, legend of a race long ago created by the Creator, known as the First Born, the discovery of Humans in touch with the Creator could spell doom for the shadowy Overlords, for they above all else despise the firstborn.
The Overlords came to be when mankind began to play Creator and created for themselves a super race , one race to dominate them all, yet the man never dreamed the Overlord would turn on their creators, ironic really, just as mankind had turned on their creator many times.
Yet there have been whispers, that once in a while from the poor and down trodden a human is born, one whom can fully understand whom they are meant to be, if man are to rise again, they will have to remember more than they even know which has been forgotten.
