Fallback
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The Bronze Door
Graydon entered the expansive campus of the University of Chromapolis. Unlike the old School Library in Slate District, the campus seemed nearly futuristic. With its geometric architecture and glass facades, it was built as a prime example of the city’s modernity. Students zipped past Graydon on automated walkways, proudly displaying their Colour Harmony Profiles; drones…
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The Void Shepherd
Graydon took the E-Tram back to Chromapolis central and stepped onto the busy streets, his mind still occupied with the heavy book under his arm. Since he had been unable to find anyone at the library to officially check the book out, he had decided to do the job himself. The library software wasn’t hard…
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Shadows where the light ends
The E-Tram drove through the winding streets of Chromapolis. Graydon, seated by the window, kept his eyes trained on the world outside, but his mind was somewhere else entirely. He was still trying to decipher the cryptic messages and the strange events. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was unravelling at the edge of…
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A Sick Day
The shrill jingle of his alarm clock jolted Graydon out of restless dreams. The synthetic melody, was a gratingly cheerful tune that Chromapolis had adopted as it’s unofficial Hymne and dubbed „Rise and Glow“ . From what Graydon had heard, it was scientifically designed to boost energy and motivation. For him, however it only ever…
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Nightmares
To Graydon’s surprise the door atop the staircase opened with ease and he emerged into the city’s evening glow of dark midnight blue. A few streets away, the thoroughfare pulsed with perpetual activity, but here it was nearly quiet save for the still crackling broken holo-projector. Graydon asked his wristband to navigate him home via…
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Underground Movement
The streets of Chromapolis were still alight with colours, when Graydon left Chromadyne. It was late afternoon and the autumn sky still provided daylight. Soon it would shift to a curated purple lavender dusk. With all the light panels, glowing storefronts and neon signage, to Graydon the current brightness felt sharp. The afternoon crowd was…
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Türkis ist fies – oder der Vorfall mit dem Bürostuhl
Für Rebecca und Michael. Bleibt immer ganz ihr selbst Die Luft auf der 42-igsten Etage war erfüllt mit Stimmengewirr und dem leisen Surren der holographischen Anzeigen. Doch für Graydon Pallor verschwamm all dies zu einem einzigen Hintergrundgeräusch. Er stand steif an seinem Arbeitsplatz, die Arme verschränkt, sein Blick auf den Gegenstand des Anstoßes gerichtet, dem…
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Messages
Walls wear stories, scratched and torn, Faded posters, graffiti worn. jagged circles in dark flightsCracks appear amid the lights Entropy calls, freedom’s a scream, The prism is broken, but what does it meanCracks appear amid the lightA shattered truth, a fleeting sight. Masked rebellion underground . Jagged suns and static sound Symbols, meaning everywhereIf only…
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Underground Movement
Walls wear stories, scratched and torn, Faded posters, graffiti worn. jagged circles in dark flightsCracks appear amid the lights Entropy calls, freedom’s a scream, The prism is broken, but what does it meanCracks appear amid the lightA shattered truth, a fleeting sight. Masked rebellion underground . Jagged suns and static sound Symbols, meaning everywhereIf only…
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Gray
The city hums, a kaleidoscope pulse, Colours collide in a neon convulse. Lights paint faces in hues of control, But some walk unseen, untouched by the whole. Prisms shatter, rainbows blur, In the noise, there’s a silence they prefer. A figure unspoken, a tone undefined, A shadow that lingers outside the design. In a world…