NATHAN CROWTHER

It started. My mind goes back to the past, to the Great Garden, to those beautiful and cruel creatures that call themselves human. All vain and empty, with hard eyes and even worse character. The nobles of the big sectors can even be worse. I remember how everyone exuded luxury in every item they used, clothes, houses, cars, food, everything exuded money stolen from the people. I remember stepping in in blocks, a multitude of colors spilling into the spiral garden with cool elegance. It's easy to notice the families that were the most powerful all wear flashy adornments around their necks. It was easy for a child to feel ecstatic as I envisioned those powerful men in their places, exuding strength and power. What's the use anyway? More and more of them joined the crowd. Some stopped to chat, others exchanged lifeless hugs. I realized that for them it was just a party. Most probably had little hope of being seen by the King, so this was just a diversion, something I didn't understand.