
by NeoAoidos
They say the stars dwell above, far from the filth of the earth. But in 'Neomera'... the opposite is true. In this city suspended between clouds and illusion, strength is not forged through training, but through breaking. To become solid, you must shatter. And to find your mind, you must touch the edge of madness. Here, children are not measured by years. They are measured by Phases that gauge their power, Classifications that determine their worth, and bloody records that tell you who has truly lost their humanity. Humans in Neomera are not human; they are merely 'Vessels' waiting for an 'Idea' to ignite them. The rules of survival are simple: Trust no doctor unless they demand payment. Trust no scientist unless they admit to fear. And beware... beware when a girl raises her hand to say with a smile: 'Here, there is only an epic story. Death and life, victory and loss... they all serve the narrative!' You are now part of the stage. You are not the hero, and you are not the victim. You are either a skilled actor... or fuel for the fire. The question is not 'Will you survive?', but rather... 'What will you become when you break?'"
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