Visionary Fiction
A story written with perfect words by flawless minds— or so you were sold. Every chapter leaving you bleeding, hoping, dreaming. A tale told with shining eyes, holding shallow lies in thin disguise. The heroes, streamlined— with holo quill pens dipped in liquid greed, with wry laughter paired with polished deed. This future, this vision, was never ours, but a magical myth by courteous cowards. A holy draft written without us— this future-draining visionary fiction.
©Samia Oldman
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CONTEXT
You are reading dystopian fantasy poetry collection the Hush Halo. After the Great Optimization a privileged group of people wired themselves tightly into the system by aligning with it and fully integrating. Systoics believe they’ve perfected themselves by stripping away everything that slows them down.
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