
by HybridHD
A quiet night on Earth brings the torrential rains of memory. Optimus Prime, the last of the Primes and the weary commander of the Autobot resistance, stands at the edge of the world and reflects on the eons of ash, the ghosts of a dead Cybertron, and the words of an old soldier that forged his very soul. Before he was a Prime, he was a brother. Before he was a soldier, he was an archivist. A meditation on what it means to lead, to grieve, and to carry the heaviest burden of all: the courage to remain gentle in a universe that demands steel.
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