.:Zephere:.
A small candlelight filled the room, casting its orange glow along the brick walls and wooden furniture lining them. All was desolate and silent, except for the sound of slow, peaceful breathing in the far corner of the room. Zephere was sprawled out on an old couch with her arms hanging limp over the sides. Below her arms was an open journal with a worn pen at its side. Zeph had spent her night, like usual, writing in her journal. She wrote down just about anything that went through her mind. It could be her studies, deepest thoughts, or sometimes a simple drawing of something she found interesting. During the daytime, on the other hand, she was busy working to exhaustion like everyone else.
Zeph suddenly awoke with a startle, confused and in a daze, but returned to reality when she saw the time on the clock hanging on the ceiling behind her. She slowly got up, stretching her arms outwards tiredly. I'll be late for work again, she thought, although not taking the consequences too seriously. It wasn't new for her to be late for work. In the end, she was usually given a warning or two, but not always severely punished like the others.
After eating and getting dressed, Zeph headed out the door and down the busy streets of town. Everything was as animated as usual. Children laughing, people conversing with loud voices or inaudible whispers, and stores opening for new customers. It all seemed so orderly, so perfect, and it was all run by a single person, one that was a powerful dictator over all of these people. The king, as she is called, made strict laws that people were forced to follow or suffer severe punishments. In some cases, even death. However, it kept things in check unlike the other poverty struck planets. The people, though, seemed blind towards the downfalls of the king's system. It was cruel and hardhearted. The people were used like puppets, one could say. Zeph, though, always got the better of things being from a high class family, so she gave little concern to the ones who suffered under the law. Her priority was her own survival, at least once she lost the responsibility of caring for her family. They were but a memory now, one that she rarely dared to visit.
Zeph came to a halt before a tall building, one that seemed like it could extend to the clouds. This was where she worked, amongst the others who were forced to do the same. She entered the building through two wide glass doors, feeling the stares of her co-workers burn into her skin.
"Good morning, Ms. Madarlon," The man at the front desk greeted her with narrowed eyes. He didn't seem too pleased to have another worker come in late today. Zeph only nodded her greeting calmly, then headed down the hallway towards her office.
It seems like a repetitive cycle, she thought to herself as she entered her small office. She then walked up to her narrow office window, running her fingers along the smooth surface of the glass as she reminded herself firmly, But it's part of what keeps the planet in order.
A small candlelight filled the room, casting its orange glow along the brick walls and wooden furniture lining them. All was desolate and silent, except for the sound of slow, peaceful breathing in the far corner of the room. Zephere was sprawled out on an old couch with her arms hanging limp over the sides. Below her arms was an open journal with a worn pen at its side. Zeph had spent her night, like usual, writing in her journal. She wrote down just about anything that went through her mind. It could be her studies, deepest thoughts, or sometimes a simple drawing of something she found interesting. During the daytime, on the other hand, she was busy working to exhaustion like everyone else.
Zeph suddenly awoke with a startle, confused and in a daze, but returned to reality when she saw the time on the clock hanging on the ceiling behind her. She slowly got up, stretching her arms outwards tiredly. I'll be late for work again, she thought, although not taking the consequences too seriously. It wasn't new for her to be late for work. In the end, she was usually given a warning or two, but not always severely punished like the others.
After eating and getting dressed, Zeph headed out the door and down the busy streets of town. Everything was as animated as usual. Children laughing, people conversing with loud voices or inaudible whispers, and stores opening for new customers. It all seemed so orderly, so perfect, and it was all run by a single person, one that was a powerful dictator over all of these people. The king, as she is called, made strict laws that people were forced to follow or suffer severe punishments. In some cases, even death. However, it kept things in check unlike the other poverty struck planets. The people, though, seemed blind towards the downfalls of the king's system. It was cruel and hardhearted. The people were used like puppets, one could say. Zeph, though, always got the better of things being from a high class family, so she gave little concern to the ones who suffered under the law. Her priority was her own survival, at least once she lost the responsibility of caring for her family. They were but a memory now, one that she rarely dared to visit.
Zeph came to a halt before a tall building, one that seemed like it could extend to the clouds. This was where she worked, amongst the others who were forced to do the same. She entered the building through two wide glass doors, feeling the stares of her co-workers burn into her skin.
"Good morning, Ms. Madarlon," The man at the front desk greeted her with narrowed eyes. He didn't seem too pleased to have another worker come in late today. Zeph only nodded her greeting calmly, then headed down the hallway towards her office.
It seems like a repetitive cycle, she thought to herself as she entered her small office. She then walked up to her narrow office window, running her fingers along the smooth surface of the glass as she reminded herself firmly, But it's part of what keeps the planet in order.
