- Go! Go! Run! Run!, Quickly.
I am running father. The city is dying father. It seems it is falling. We are dying. The city Bathleron is dying as well as us.
The premonitions are spectacles. The mirrors are shattering apart. The visionaries are dying as well.
The serpentine tongue is the majority now.
- Run! Run again! - spoke Karlyn to his son, Daemon.
- Dad, we left mom behind. The shattering mirrors are among us.
- Yes, honey. I know. We will come here again to rescue her.
- The man is killing all, I am too young to die.
- No one is going to die. The city can be fallen, we are going to recover it. You are the prince to stay there. Your cousin is killing Gaia. The majority won't follow him. The shouts have been aroused.
The city is glass now, the covers won't save us. Told Karlyn to his son, Daemon. The flow-stream is not the end at all.
The streams are dying so fast. That we cannot rebuilt in one day or one night. The shouts are too loud, are so loud that we cannot save them all in one day or in one night. The shattering smoking mirrors are not willing too.
Bathleron is too beautiful to let it die. The goth structure is the well known as us. The Ekronian temples are dying too. The temples are the finest structures to be kept alive. I cannot think clearly to see the temples being wiped out.
- Daemon I won't let the temples die. The temples have been built with your grandpa. The highest priest of our society. I saw the city being built form since I was a baby. He was the great man from our belief. The Ekronian belief was built as a creed to give us all something to believe.
The serpentine tongue was built by your cousin to impose evil on the men's heart. Him is evil, he must be casted out from Bathleron. The four realms now, must fight against him. He wants to rule us all.
I won't let them cast out our realms. The willing empowerment I have to do that, is on my way.
The realms have been built to have peace. Not war or envy. The sorrow came to stay. The majority needs a new speaker, I want to be that speaker. I am the king, I am the realm.
The realm must be kept alive. Bathleron must be kept alive. We as population, we must do everything we can do as power.
Bathleron was the first city being built on Gaia. It was the first mega city after the first Era killed almost the population. It have been built to keep men alive. With faith and creed. First Era came to be the mean empowerment of all the fears we had.
The faith is not lost yet. The creed is still alive. Bathleron is ours, it still ours.
- Daemon as a kid as you are, you must have faith and creed to save Bathleron. You will be the next priest. You are good, you are pure. I am just a dad, a brother, a grandson. You are my son, the chosen of your grandpa. Ekron chose you. When the time comes, you will be our saviour.
- But why dad? Why I have been chosen? Why the reasons?
- When you have been born, with some complications at birth, your grandpa saw a creed on you to keep the faith alive. He had a hunch. A feeling to keep you pure. You are pure. You don't see evil. You are unique. Grandpa told me in that time to keep you alive. That's why I want to keep you like that way. You are the voice to many. You are the chosen.
The chosen must be held, must be kept alive. The changes are going to be humongous. The Realm must be saved. Karlyn is going to save Daemon to be the priest. Daemon is the saviour. His mom Magdalene made a sacrifice. Her made it to save Daemon.
Daemon is the realm, the first chosen after Ekron. Ekron told on his manuscripts, Daemon will be the light of Bathleron.
The manuscript have been written with this letter:
"Dear Karlyn, It's Ekron, I saw the chosen in dreams. It will be my grandson. Daemon. He will be the realm, for being held on the dreams. The chosen will be the priest of the future. He is likewise. He is like me. Pure, Creed, Faith. He is the one among us all. I can see visions. This was my vision when he got birth.
The will is coming, when the time comes."
The visions of Ekron under the realm are not in the past. They still alive in the present and on the future of Gaia.
Gaia have been drawn after the millennium war. The in victus are not wishing well the prophecy. They wanted to stay alive. The horrors came to hollow us between the sword and the mirror. We are among of the GODS. The twisted metal came to prevail. Ekron came to breathe. The breath is huntings us. The twisted metal of the sculpture will fade in. These screens of mirrors are hunting us all too. Lost in time, I will see you pay. I am still praying. The bodies are empowerment. The society doesn't care. Daemon must awake. The hollows come and pray.
- The prays must be told. I am not losing my mind. The lies became the walking dead. Ouch! Hear me carefully. The lies are being founded. Dead inside. Let it go. Hypnotized. The shutting mouth is not the fancy mode. I have been damaged. Welcome to Gaia! Welcome to Bathleron. The muted voices are dead inside. Let them go. Hypnotized. Here we go again Daemon. We became dead. Pick it up! The horrors are wishing death too well. Daemon, honey come with me. Never hide. Dead inside. Non-stop hypnotized. Honey, the code must be done. The basic must be written. Our code must be coded. Horrify. No tomorrow, only echoes. This is war. Ex pale. Exhale. Eliminate the cypher. The future is coming. I found the silent silence, the silent echo. Sweetheart we have been aroused. Built been built it up. The code have been connected. The cypher is the future we drifted.
The silence have been a mechanical mecha. Honey, do you wanna live? Code carefully because you are in your paradise. Honey, walk with me on this oblivion strange world. We are related. No more days to breathe.
The mountains have been coded. The serpentine tongue have been coded. The cyphers have been encrypted. The crc-20 have been safe. No more mirrors. The autumn came. Gaia is being built.
We know the words to be written. No more lies. We are imperial on this code. Don't let die this war. Daemon please, don't let it die. Your grandpa built it to be a shore. This game is being written.
No more regrets. Teach me how to survive Daemon. Please teach me? Even I am your father.
Please Daemon, don't lie. You are my being code. Bathleron needs you Daemon. Every time I want to see the battles and wars being won. I just see a smile every day I am bleeding, when I stare at you. You are my code, my basic code.
I don't know how I ma gonna race in pace or being wasted on this code. I have been coded over the times. At Gaia the births are coded with basic programming language, pure basic. The cities are being built with c++. Those monuments are too complex to be written. The monster I have, I had is being coded to stay out my fears of the society, the real one.
This game is being written to stay my life useful.
Please Daemon, save us. Don't forget to let it go when we are in safe. I cannot remember how I have been in safe. I have been locked on these demons. I have been in comfort. I fell in a lost deep moment. These lies are not common ways to be alive. I sold my account to stay alive.
- Daemon, please save us all? Will you save?
- Yes. Honey I will save us all and mom. Even my youngest sister. I am feeling deezy dad.
- What is happening? Don't fade. Please don't fade away. You must carry on on the code.
- I am feeling tired. Yes, dad. I know, I must finish the code. Dad, we are not safe yet. - I spoke to my dad, we will need to finish the code. These last lines are being coded to save us for this right moment. I want to break the cycle. These shattering moments are killing us.
- Dad, we became lost feelings. In between, I have been walking on lakes. The frozen cycles.
The mountains are dying. I told to stay awake. These machines are walking alone. The code is being coded. As a father I wanna break the cycle on these lines and lies. The military contemplation is dying. Became a deja vu. Sweetheart we are being alone. I cannot see clearly. The plays are being lost on a space time.
The demons are winning on our own wars. Kiddo do you hear me out? I am not a traitor I am your own reflection. Listen to my voice carefully. Kiddo, look to the code carefully. This game must be written.
- Kiddo, how will you save us? You are our will. Something big. Who will save us? Please, see our wills being a faith, a creed. These moments are being triggered. Woke up kiddo. Who is you? You need to see that with caution. You are unique. Don't let time kill you. You are time. The sickness time with you is an illness.
- Dad, help me? I need your help. Society is dying, the human are mean. Said Daemon to his father.
- Yes, I will help you. You are right.