News Site Takeover: About Atlas...

Jolene here. I've taken over the Hemispheres News site...

in an effort to explain what happened. If you're reading this - I'm sorry.

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We lost our way, lost our words

Atlas, he wouldn’t keep holding up the sky anymore.

The tower, the divine design that everyone had come to rely on
No one remembered or believed anymore it was resting on his shoulder
True myth lost in translation - the words of the citizens no longer carried meaning

He broke under the weight of it

No one noticing, caring he was underneath

Undergoing a casual burial, shrouded by their cloudy castle of technology

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They played in the sky, gravity their toy

While he wore the cost, forgotten below

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That reality was a timebomb

Destined for implosion

I couldn’t bear to watch

Tick, tock, clock, watch

Tick, tock, clock, watch

He said something about the bears and Goldilocks, when I asked the question

I know Goldilocks, she was good friend of mine

And Atlas wasn’t wrong. Her mother was devastated she couldn’t save her
But it wasn’t her mother’s fault.. or even the bears.

It was the clock.

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The Council had implemented all the proper policies, tried every tactic.

To postpone the inevitable… postpone the inevitable… tick, tock, stop, watch.

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The dreamer tipped the balance

The light she took, the power sapped from all the way below, from Atlas himself, should have destroyed her
It should have but it didn’t, and instead she became stronger, stronger

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What no one was counting on

Was that she was my echo

Another me from another world

And when she got into the soul fire

We fused together, apart

Together, apart

Together, apart

Tearing seams in the multiverse

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Opening portals between worlds

The system was so unstable

Everything would have collapsed, EVERYTHING.

We had to make a sacrifice

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He was becoming weaker, and weaker. I convinced him that his services were no longer needed… That he was let go. He put up a good fight, but he couldn’t keep it up. Not with the two of us taking his power.

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The tower, all the edifices and their clouds, the moon, stars, everything in the north … it’s gone now, to ashes & dust.

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She’s still there

In the dream, underneath

I made it out through the twelfth portal

Don’t think there could have been thirteen

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We came together and apart so many times I couldn’t tell you which pieces of which of us are there and here, here and there, but I swear

It hurts like hell to be torn in a million pieces … have you ever felt it?

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I hope she’ll be okay there, and okay that I’ve taken over her life here

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The birth pains were earthquakes

Violence, plague, the killing stone cracked open

There was no insulation between the worlds

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It was all an accident, except for Atlas.

Stop.

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