The Stradivarius Dictatorship
Pride dies along with everything that is expected of someone, they say that humans are arrogant and proud beings, but what else do we have left? A cold, icy place, a tiny grain of sand, suspended in a ray of sunlight, but what does this place mean to us? All! How far would you go to fight for what you know? To defend your family? To defend your home and your land? How far would you go to defend your creeds and your culture, your pride or courage? How far would you face the fall of an entire civilization with the wretched hope that in the end there was something? What would you do if they invaded your home with weapons and told you to kneel? A long, non-linear narrative with no expectation to end takes place here, a dark time is approaching and, with it, something much bigger is about to happen... Who are we really? But the question is not where we came from and yes.. Are we alone?
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