Every story begins with a simple desire
A flicker
An emotion
Etched deep into the bedrock of thought, of instinct, a primal need that would one day shape the bones of civilization itself
From that spark, they built structures, systems, beliefs
Layer upon layer, century after century, until it formed something massive
A network
A web
An empire
An empire born not of stone and steel, but of emotions, longing, fear, pride, love, hatred, woven into laws, currencies, borders, faith
An empire governed by the very forces that gave birth to it
An empire sustained by them
And yet, it does not change
No matter the age
No matter the faces
It never changes
Never changes
Never changes, never changes, never changes, never changes
NEVER CHANGES, NEVER CHANGES, NEVER CHANGES, NEVER CHANGES
NEVER CHANGES, NEVER CHANGES, NEVER CHANGES, NEVER CHANGES
why
why does it still feel the same
why does it still hurt
its my fault