In The City that has been tainted, scourged by the incomplete Light. Seeds of which that rot. Unable to blossom nor bud. The City still stands, indomitable above all. Yet that status quo is prophesized to soon change, but when? And so we ask these same questions again and again, to each insignificant soul with what little potential they have. For a spark of Light is still Light.
And now we ask this to you.
Can a cog within a machine become something greater than the forgettable, useless...