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The rain drummed a calming rhythm against the glass, and I pulled over a crumpled newspaper, its headlines almost surreal. “On the house tonight,” Henry said, interrupting my drifting thoughts as he handed me the espresso. I nodded my thanks and scanned the news, a catalog of turmoil: Criminal Trump elected again, Germany’s government coalition collapsed, right-wing parties surging across Europe, record CO₂ emissions, wars escalating beyond control. And then the most absurd headline hit me: "We are screwed!" Below it, a photo showed dolphins leaving Earth, a final warning sign from creatures so attuned to the world’s suffering, they sensed it was time to go. Unlike us, dolphins didn’t ravage their homes to ruin; even wildebeests, with their trampled migrations, left no poisoned soil, no scorched earth in their wake. I drained the espresso, set the cup down, and took Henry in a silent embrace. Stepping outside, the chill struck me deep. Autumn had slipped too quickly into winter, and I was woefully underdressed for the bite in the air.5 Comments10RemixTomA Flicker of Dawn in the Midnight Rain - It had been a strange, wonderful time with Hilda and Meech. They’d found me in the gray hours of morning, crumpled and exhausted in an alley after yet another near-miss escape from a vampiress. How they tracked me down, I couldn’t say, this life of mine, tangled with Dystopia, had long left the realm of rational explanation. I’d stopped questioning it; pondering it too deeply could turn a sane mind to mush. Yet there they were, Hilda and Meech, a reminder that there were still people who held onto hope, who kept my own flickering faith alive. We hit the pubs, late-night clubs and other interesting locations around my hometown, savoring the warmth of dimly lit rooms and conversation that danced between philosophy and trivialities, laughter filling the gaps. By the time we parted, I asked them to drop me off at my favorite Irish pub, where, surprisingly, the lights still shone against the dark, rain-soaked streets. Meech and Hilda didn’t ask questions—they’d long since grown accustomed to my oddities. “Bicho Raro,” they called me with a smile, an endearing term for someone like me, a “strange creature.” As I watched their taillights fade, I waved them off, but a part of me lingered, wishing Meech had given me just a little time alone with Hilda. Maybe we could have picked up that conversation from before, the one that began when the beautiful blonde visited unexpectedly. But now it was just me, alone in the rain. In the distance, a hint of dawn crept over the horizon, blending with the soft patter of raindrops and the dim pub lights. The world was stirring, and I was standing here, still halfway between dreams and reality.2 Comments10Remixuser_768644523139185336Svadba3RemixMas.Oyatsu01💜💜📸4RemixMas.Oyatsu01💜💜📸4RemixMas.Oyatsu01💜💜📸4RemixMas.Oyatsu01💜💜📸4Remixuser_795707172200702199erna4RemixMr. NiceMy World in Ruins Dazed and lost, I stood at the heart of the vast bar, as if the ground beneath me had been ripped away. The days with Yuko, those stolen moments with Yuki that had once felt like salvation—was it all just a cruel illusion? A perfectly staged charade, a web of lies spun with delicate precision? My world lay in ruins. Yuko moved past me, her steps unwavering, her presence as cold as the steel in her eyes. She didn’t even spare me a glance. Her gaze was locked on the bar ahead, distant, unbothered. Sora, visibly uneasy, shifted uncomfortably at the sight of Yuko, the vibrant red of her dress now seeming like an armor as she slipped it back on, retreating to the counter where she had sat before. Her movements were elegant, but the tension between them could be cut with a knife. Yuko, like a queen reclaiming her throne, slid into her seat at the bar in the center of the room. The weight of her silence was suffocating as she slowly turned to face me. I stood frozen, my mind scrambling to grasp the pieces of this shattered reality. Her eyes met mine with a calm certainty. No apology. No explanation. Only the chilling certainty that everything I had believed was now a lie, and I was left standing in the ruins of my own world. Her gaze held me, unyielding. And then, without a word, she turned slightly in her seat, her body now fully facing me. The room seemed to hold its breath as I waited for her to speak.4 Comments10RemixlluvaMeech resting after mission -53 I'm stunned looking at Hilda. You can't experience a better show in all of Neoterra. A majestic and lush green European forest, a lake with waterfalls and above all: Hilda cooling off in its waters. I am speechless, I am simply in ecstasy. The tranquility, the environment, the peace and that strange, strong emotion when I look at Hilda playing with the water. The contrast between Hilda the special agent, witch and warrior; In front of the little girl Hilda, enjoying nature, I immerse myself in such a special state... I am getting an urgent desire to... 6RemixA.R.Q.4RemixBlue Dolphin5RemixBlue Dolphin6RemixA.R.Q.6Remixuser_7620448162625365084Remixuser_7620448162625365084Remixuser_7620448162625365084Remixuser_7620448162625365085RemixRafaelCruzHola a todos mi nombre es Sophia4RemixLoading...Related PostsCommentsuser_7620448162625365082Remixuser_796875970240899514nice1Remixuser_796875970240899514nice1RemixTom"An Espresso for the End of the World" The bar was wrapped in that sleepy silence only closed spaces know, but Henry, still tidying up, always had one last drink waiting for me. "One strong espresso, Henry," I said, "I don’t want to sleep tonight." I don’t want to end up in Dystopia again, I added silently. “You got it, my friend!” he replied, flashing a warm grin as I sat down at the next table, wrapped in the bar’s amber glow. The brief flash of a car’s headlights cast a strange light across the window before it faded into the rainy night, a lone drifter, off home or to a shift in the early hours. The rain drummed a calming rhythm against the glass, and I pulled over a crumpled newspaper, its headlines almost surreal. “On the house tonight,” Henry said, interrupting my drifting thoughts as he handed me the espresso. I nodded my thanks and scanned the news, a catalog of turmoil: Criminal Trump elected again, Germany’s government coalition collapsed, right-wing parties surging across Europe, record CO₂ emissions, wars escalating beyond control. And then the most absurd headline hit me: "We are screwed!" Below it, a photo showed dolphins leaving Earth, a final warning sign from creatures so attuned to the world’s suffering, they sensed it was time to go. Unlike us, dolphins didn’t ravage their homes to ruin; even wildebeests, with their trampled migrations, left no poisoned soil, no scorched earth in their wake. I drained the espresso, set the cup down, and took Henry in a silent embrace. Stepping outside, the chill struck me deep. Autumn had slipped too quickly into winter, and I was woefully underdressed for the bite in the air.5 Comments10RemixTomA Flicker of Dawn in the Midnight Rain - It had been a strange, wonderful time with Hilda and Meech. They’d found me in the gray hours of morning, crumpled and exhausted in an alley after yet another near-miss escape from a vampiress. How they tracked me down, I couldn’t say, this life of mine, tangled with Dystopia, had long left the realm of rational explanation. I’d stopped questioning it; pondering it too deeply could turn a sane mind to mush. Yet there they were, Hilda and Meech, a reminder that there were still people who held onto hope, who kept my own flickering faith alive. We hit the pubs, late-night clubs and other interesting locations around my hometown, savoring the warmth of dimly lit rooms and conversation that danced between philosophy and trivialities, laughter filling the gaps. By the time we parted, I asked them to drop me off at my favorite Irish pub, where, surprisingly, the lights still shone against the dark, rain-soaked streets. Meech and Hilda didn’t ask questions—they’d long since grown accustomed to my oddities. “Bicho Raro,” they called me with a smile, an endearing term for someone like me, a “strange creature.” As I watched their taillights fade, I waved them off, but a part of me lingered, wishing Meech had given me just a little time alone with Hilda. Maybe we could have picked up that conversation from before, the one that began when the beautiful blonde visited unexpectedly. But now it was just me, alone in the rain. In the distance, a hint of dawn crept over the horizon, blending with the soft patter of raindrops and the dim pub lights. The world was stirring, and I was standing here, still halfway between dreams and reality.2 Comments10Remixuser_768644523139185336Svadba3RemixMas.Oyatsu01💜💜📸4RemixMas.Oyatsu01💜💜📸4RemixMas.Oyatsu01💜💜📸4RemixMas.Oyatsu01💜💜📸4Remixuser_795707172200702199erna4RemixMr. NiceMy World in Ruins Dazed and lost, I stood at the heart of the vast bar, as if the ground beneath me had been ripped away. The days with Yuko, those stolen moments with Yuki that had once felt like salvation—was it all just a cruel illusion? A perfectly staged charade, a web of lies spun with delicate precision? My world lay in ruins. Yuko moved past me, her steps unwavering, her presence as cold as the steel in her eyes. She didn’t even spare me a glance. Her gaze was locked on the bar ahead, distant, unbothered. Sora, visibly uneasy, shifted uncomfortably at the sight of Yuko, the vibrant red of her dress now seeming like an armor as she slipped it back on, retreating to the counter where she had sat before. Her movements were elegant, but the tension between them could be cut with a knife. Yuko, like a queen reclaiming her throne, slid into her seat at the bar in the center of the room. The weight of her silence was suffocating as she slowly turned to face me. I stood frozen, my mind scrambling to grasp the pieces of this shattered reality. Her eyes met mine with a calm certainty. No apology. No explanation. Only the chilling certainty that everything I had believed was now a lie, and I was left standing in the ruins of my own world. Her gaze held me, unyielding. And then, without a word, she turned slightly in her seat, her body now fully facing me. The room seemed to hold its breath as I waited for her to speak.4 Comments10RemixlluvaMeech resting after mission -53 I'm stunned looking at Hilda. You can't experience a better show in all of Neoterra. A majestic and lush green European forest, a lake with waterfalls and above all: Hilda cooling off in its waters. I am speechless, I am simply in ecstasy. The tranquility, the environment, the peace and that strange, strong emotion when I look at Hilda playing with the water. The contrast between Hilda the special agent, witch and warrior; In front of the little girl Hilda, enjoying nature, I immerse myself in such a special state... I am getting an urgent desire to... 6RemixA.R.Q.4RemixBlue Dolphin5RemixBlue Dolphin6RemixA.R.Q.6Remixuser_7620448162625365084Remixuser_7620448162625365084Remixuser_7620448162625365084Remixuser_7620448162625365085RemixRafaelCruzHola a todos mi nombre es Sophia4Remix
Tom"An Espresso for the End of the World" The bar was wrapped in that sleepy silence only closed spaces know, but Henry, still tidying up, always had one last drink waiting for me. "One strong espresso, Henry," I said, "I don’t want to sleep tonight." I don’t want to end up in Dystopia again, I added silently. “You got it, my friend!” he replied, flashing a warm grin as I sat down at the next table, wrapped in the bar’s amber glow. The brief flash of a car’s headlights cast a strange light across the window before it faded into the rainy night, a lone drifter, off home or to a shift in the early hours. The rain drummed a calming rhythm against the glass, and I pulled over a crumpled newspaper, its headlines almost surreal. “On the house tonight,” Henry said, interrupting my drifting thoughts as he handed me the espresso. I nodded my thanks and scanned the news, a catalog of turmoil: Criminal Trump elected again, Germany’s government coalition collapsed, right-wing parties surging across Europe, record CO₂ emissions, wars escalating beyond control. And then the most absurd headline hit me: "We are screwed!" Below it, a photo showed dolphins leaving Earth, a final warning sign from creatures so attuned to the world’s suffering, they sensed it was time to go. Unlike us, dolphins didn’t ravage their homes to ruin; even wildebeests, with their trampled migrations, left no poisoned soil, no scorched earth in their wake. I drained the espresso, set the cup down, and took Henry in a silent embrace. Stepping outside, the chill struck me deep. Autumn had slipped too quickly into winter, and I was woefully underdressed for the bite in the air.5 Comments10Remix
TomA Flicker of Dawn in the Midnight Rain - It had been a strange, wonderful time with Hilda and Meech. They’d found me in the gray hours of morning, crumpled and exhausted in an alley after yet another near-miss escape from a vampiress. How they tracked me down, I couldn’t say, this life of mine, tangled with Dystopia, had long left the realm of rational explanation. I’d stopped questioning it; pondering it too deeply could turn a sane mind to mush. Yet there they were, Hilda and Meech, a reminder that there were still people who held onto hope, who kept my own flickering faith alive. We hit the pubs, late-night clubs and other interesting locations around my hometown, savoring the warmth of dimly lit rooms and conversation that danced between philosophy and trivialities, laughter filling the gaps. By the time we parted, I asked them to drop me off at my favorite Irish pub, where, surprisingly, the lights still shone against the dark, rain-soaked streets. Meech and Hilda didn’t ask questions—they’d long since grown accustomed to my oddities. “Bicho Raro,” they called me with a smile, an endearing term for someone like me, a “strange creature.” As I watched their taillights fade, I waved them off, but a part of me lingered, wishing Meech had given me just a little time alone with Hilda. Maybe we could have picked up that conversation from before, the one that began when the beautiful blonde visited unexpectedly. But now it was just me, alone in the rain. In the distance, a hint of dawn crept over the horizon, blending with the soft patter of raindrops and the dim pub lights. The world was stirring, and I was standing here, still halfway between dreams and reality.2 Comments10Remix
Mr. NiceMy World in Ruins Dazed and lost, I stood at the heart of the vast bar, as if the ground beneath me had been ripped away. The days with Yuko, those stolen moments with Yuki that had once felt like salvation—was it all just a cruel illusion? A perfectly staged charade, a web of lies spun with delicate precision? My world lay in ruins. Yuko moved past me, her steps unwavering, her presence as cold as the steel in her eyes. She didn’t even spare me a glance. Her gaze was locked on the bar ahead, distant, unbothered. Sora, visibly uneasy, shifted uncomfortably at the sight of Yuko, the vibrant red of her dress now seeming like an armor as she slipped it back on, retreating to the counter where she had sat before. Her movements were elegant, but the tension between them could be cut with a knife. Yuko, like a queen reclaiming her throne, slid into her seat at the bar in the center of the room. The weight of her silence was suffocating as she slowly turned to face me. I stood frozen, my mind scrambling to grasp the pieces of this shattered reality. Her eyes met mine with a calm certainty. No apology. No explanation. Only the chilling certainty that everything I had believed was now a lie, and I was left standing in the ruins of my own world. Her gaze held me, unyielding. And then, without a word, she turned slightly in her seat, her body now fully facing me. The room seemed to hold its breath as I waited for her to speak.4 Comments10Remix
lluvaMeech resting after mission -53 I'm stunned looking at Hilda. You can't experience a better show in all of Neoterra. A majestic and lush green European forest, a lake with waterfalls and above all: Hilda cooling off in its waters. I am speechless, I am simply in ecstasy. The tranquility, the environment, the peace and that strange, strong emotion when I look at Hilda playing with the water. The contrast between Hilda the special agent, witch and warrior; In front of the little girl Hilda, enjoying nature, I immerse myself in such a special state... I am getting an urgent desire to... 6Remix
Tom"An Espresso for the End of the World" The bar was wrapped in that sleepy silence only closed spaces know, but Henry, still tidying up, always had one last drink waiting for me. "One strong espresso, Henry," I said, "I don’t want to sleep tonight." I don’t want to end up in Dystopia again, I added silently. “You got it, my friend!” he replied, flashing a warm grin as I sat down at the next table, wrapped in the bar’s amber glow. The brief flash of a car’s headlights cast a strange light across the window before it faded into the rainy night, a lone drifter, off home or to a shift in the early hours. The rain drummed a calming rhythm against the glass, and I pulled over a crumpled newspaper, its headlines almost surreal. “On the house tonight,” Henry said, interrupting my drifting thoughts as he handed me the espresso. I nodded my thanks and scanned the news, a catalog of turmoil: Criminal Trump elected again, Germany’s government coalition collapsed, right-wing parties surging across Europe, record CO₂ emissions, wars escalating beyond control. And then the most absurd headline hit me: "We are screwed!" Below it, a photo showed dolphins leaving Earth, a final warning sign from creatures so attuned to the world’s suffering, they sensed it was time to go. Unlike us, dolphins didn’t ravage their homes to ruin; even wildebeests, with their trampled migrations, left no poisoned soil, no scorched earth in their wake. I drained the espresso, set the cup down, and took Henry in a silent embrace. Stepping outside, the chill struck me deep. Autumn had slipped too quickly into winter, and I was woefully underdressed for the bite in the air.5 Comments10Remix
TomA Flicker of Dawn in the Midnight Rain - It had been a strange, wonderful time with Hilda and Meech. They’d found me in the gray hours of morning, crumpled and exhausted in an alley after yet another near-miss escape from a vampiress. How they tracked me down, I couldn’t say, this life of mine, tangled with Dystopia, had long left the realm of rational explanation. I’d stopped questioning it; pondering it too deeply could turn a sane mind to mush. Yet there they were, Hilda and Meech, a reminder that there were still people who held onto hope, who kept my own flickering faith alive. We hit the pubs, late-night clubs and other interesting locations around my hometown, savoring the warmth of dimly lit rooms and conversation that danced between philosophy and trivialities, laughter filling the gaps. By the time we parted, I asked them to drop me off at my favorite Irish pub, where, surprisingly, the lights still shone against the dark, rain-soaked streets. Meech and Hilda didn’t ask questions—they’d long since grown accustomed to my oddities. “Bicho Raro,” they called me with a smile, an endearing term for someone like me, a “strange creature.” As I watched their taillights fade, I waved them off, but a part of me lingered, wishing Meech had given me just a little time alone with Hilda. Maybe we could have picked up that conversation from before, the one that began when the beautiful blonde visited unexpectedly. But now it was just me, alone in the rain. In the distance, a hint of dawn crept over the horizon, blending with the soft patter of raindrops and the dim pub lights. The world was stirring, and I was standing here, still halfway between dreams and reality.2 Comments10Remix
Mr. NiceMy World in Ruins Dazed and lost, I stood at the heart of the vast bar, as if the ground beneath me had been ripped away. The days with Yuko, those stolen moments with Yuki that had once felt like salvation—was it all just a cruel illusion? A perfectly staged charade, a web of lies spun with delicate precision? My world lay in ruins. Yuko moved past me, her steps unwavering, her presence as cold as the steel in her eyes. She didn’t even spare me a glance. Her gaze was locked on the bar ahead, distant, unbothered. Sora, visibly uneasy, shifted uncomfortably at the sight of Yuko, the vibrant red of her dress now seeming like an armor as she slipped it back on, retreating to the counter where she had sat before. Her movements were elegant, but the tension between them could be cut with a knife. Yuko, like a queen reclaiming her throne, slid into her seat at the bar in the center of the room. The weight of her silence was suffocating as she slowly turned to face me. I stood frozen, my mind scrambling to grasp the pieces of this shattered reality. Her eyes met mine with a calm certainty. No apology. No explanation. Only the chilling certainty that everything I had believed was now a lie, and I was left standing in the ruins of my own world. Her gaze held me, unyielding. And then, without a word, she turned slightly in her seat, her body now fully facing me. The room seemed to hold its breath as I waited for her to speak.4 Comments10Remix
lluvaMeech resting after mission -53 I'm stunned looking at Hilda. You can't experience a better show in all of Neoterra. A majestic and lush green European forest, a lake with waterfalls and above all: Hilda cooling off in its waters. I am speechless, I am simply in ecstasy. The tranquility, the environment, the peace and that strange, strong emotion when I look at Hilda playing with the water. The contrast between Hilda the special agent, witch and warrior; In front of the little girl Hilda, enjoying nature, I immerse myself in such a special state... I am getting an urgent desire to... 6Remix
