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(Nova Londinium, Year 1180 after Ragnarök Ministry of Enlightenment Approved: N/A [Error #308: Data not found] Identification Number: 10-008-966-6870) I am Astrid Neyavir, third biological child of Lucan Neyavir, one of the only to escape the great purge of Special Administrative District Eleven- a continent once called North America, long, long ago. Our family used to bear the insignia of Those Who Had Dreamt, before the starving dogs of the Church of All Infinities tore it apart like the carcass of a fallen animal. We were the direct descendants of the ones who had lived before the curse of Ragnarök- not the products of genetic engineeri

Death, Drones on and on above Spanning the great sky And roaring its creed of devastation The cities, all howl in despair As the winged beasts trudge on Pummeling the jagged lives below And the fury of hellfire, lashes forth! Dashing through the serpent streets Consuming, and pillaging Hungering  and ravaging By the quiet of dawn Blood lust evaporates Leaving its trail of carnage Charred and smoldering Stripped of its homely spirit Yet death, Drones on and on above Spanning the great sky Pistons humming and lurking