To the City, you are nothing. You are meant to be nothing, trampled underfoot and forgotten before your name is ever known. You are a Rat, skittering in the shadows and scrambling to merely survive. You are nothing, yet you so badly want to be something. To paint the neon sky in your own colour until even stars fall to accomodate you.
It is lunacy to seek such heights. Insanity to have ideas so far above your station as prey and meat. But if you are nothing, then you have nothing to lose and everything to gain. Because even in this cruel City, a Rat can look to the sky and dream.
It is lunacy to seek such heights. Insanity to have ideas so far above your station as prey and meat. But if you are nothing, then you have nothing to lose and everything to gain. Because even in this cruel City, a Rat can look to the sky and dream.