PRIME EDEN
PRIME EDEN. The name tastes like gall on the tongue. In the past, the elders told stories with teary eyes, saying this city was celebrated as the Garden of Eden. A paradise. A place where light and life were one. Look around you today. What remains? A field of ruins made of hopelessness. A giant cemetery for dreams.
I remember the darkness. It is not just the absence of light. It is heavy. It pushes you into the dirt while those bastards up there in their floating palaces look down on us.
Do you see them? The floating platforms? Up there, they drink wine and gorge themselves, while we down here rummage through the trash for scraps just to keep from dying. For them, we are not part of Prime Eden. We are the waste they forgot to flush away.
The three damned families.
Vayne: The refined scientists of Aetheris Corp. They play God while we are their lab rats.
Kryntor: Their soldiers in shining armor. They call it "order." I call it tyranny. When they come down, it is only to bash skulls.
Thalor: The worst of all. They smile into the cameras and sell the people lies about peace and diplomacy while they let us rot.
These sons of bitches know exactly what the Resonance is. They guard their secrets, and anyone who asks questions is simply erased.
But do not believe that it is any better down here. In the slums, the law of the strongest prevails. Survival is the only motivation. And between the ruins, the gangs crawl around like maggots in fat. They talk of "protection," but they are just as bad as those above. They take the last bit of dignity we have left. Ruthless scum bleeding their own people dry.
I was a child when I understood this. I saw the intrigues. I felt the weight of the darkness on my shoulders. Hope is dead down here. Loss is our only constant companion.
But there was something else. A whisper in the darkness.
The Resonance.
It does not belong to the bastards up there. It does not belong to the thugs in the alleys. It is an energy that can give life and destroy it. And I have found it. Or it found me.
Those up there think they have control. To them, truth and control are the same thing. But they have no idea what grows in the shadows. I will no longer lie in the dirt and look up at them. I will cut this medal apart.
My name is Kyro. And I will take back what they stole from us. No matter the cost.