>>6008728>>6008749>>6008758>>6008789>>6008797>>6008827>>6008850>>6008906>>6009165<span class="mu-r">[You possess the “Soul of the Indomitable”]</span>
You remember your years helping your parents til the land, caring for the produce and playing with the livestock. You were not someone who had economical means, but what you lacked in fancy clothing and proper health care was replaced by having a close-knit community that cared for one another, and many kids your age you could play with. You remember playing soccer with neither shoes nor an asphalt field, coming back home with dust-covered soles but a grin on your face as your team won what measly cents could buy for all.
This forged you, strengthened you, fed your soul and your muscles. You learned how to adapt, how to fight, how to live life with no attachments.
And yet whatever dream of seeing the outside world was dashed, being but one of the many no names who never left the soil birthed you.
“Yours is a soul that has been burdened, that has bitten hunger and known poverty.”
“And yet you survived, struggling against the elements that threatened to rob you and your family of everything.”
Massive constructs shaped like claws whirred to life, energy surging and lighting the cables that were not protected by that layer of silver. Those enormous pillars approached your form, surrounding you in sharp-edged fingers, and slowly you began to feel something…different.
Cold. A coldness that once kept you awake, now lulled you into a deep slumber, all the while the feeling of immaterialism slowly hardened into what now felt like…flesh.
