Objectivity, what does it means, what sense does it imply to be objective? Truth is one of the wonder mysteries of our thoughts, what does it mean to be true? As all people, with different ideology, different motifs, different lives, what concur them to see and find trues? A truth that will fit their narrative is always a blessing, and such, when truth is bad, then it’s truth, but does it? What wonders does calling ignorance and hypocrite on both sides, or multitude of different angles, blurs the road to so-called objective truth.

Truth is something that is objective has reason to exist, one group has done this, and then it cause the other downfall, we need to find not only reason but proof that the ones group's downfall cause by others, as then we find a reason, thus, is that objectivity, is that truth?

But even then, what does it mean when the other side denied, are they ignorant, don’t they believe it, are they in denial of truth, or is truth by their eyes something else?

Truth is concept that this world doesn’t follow, as truth must be explained, must have an answers to be truth as such, must have a reason, is true, I could make my light glows, and cause the flesh of mortal to be replace, but what causing it, what’s the truth behind it? What does it mean to do so, are we blessed, as truth has no meaning? There’s always an explanation of truth, as so. Or my thoughts are faulty, a concept that causes others to think my thoughts are faulty and wrong? If so, what does it mean to be objective, in a world where it doesn’t exist. Or does it.

Mindless thoughts linger throughout, it shouts all sense of sanity to the internal minds, words of where we kept secret, of whom to understand is only us, as the eyes will always watch us all daylight, night and the end of time. As time moved, so does the eyes, it always listen and yet it’s powerless to do such thing, or it seems, it always have the strings to control all matter, all time, but why would you, allowed us, to see this to hide this world from us, what does it comes to us for me to understand this new world, the judgement days lingering on earth? What comes after this, is something I fear.

As sitting on the on the sits, it sounds rumbles on as it’s noise of mechanical made by used of molten steels, it drives on the snow biome with speed, on tracks, as sitting there wondering of thoughts, T90m, it runs through the snows flat grounds, as it rumble across the field where the front is nothing but snows blocking the views.

As silence and pieces, it was meant by the invoice call by the commander, language of the eastern bloc roughnecks, as it called out

“ Identified! Gunner, Left!”

As he moved to touch the controller, moving it to the marker of the commander, there it was. On the flat terrain of snows, the turning of the man made machines swung, with the continual speeds of the diesel engine running high, the last turns, looking from the sight.

The entity of molten steel, it was with multitude of legs, spider quadrupedal with six legs, as the body is nothing but a mess of molten fire, with multitude of holes as the face is nothing but eyes, terror and fire combine to be a masterpiece of hell. As all the time, the eyes lock on the heat signature of the engines, with it, the scream of terror shouted, the rings all arounds, with it penetrating the metal body of the insides, as the height of a second story buildings, with the facade pacing towards the tank, with its multitude of legs, it suddenly move towards the tank, the distance far of kilometres, as it move extremely fast, as then the commander call.

“Gunner, HEAT-C, Dreadnought!”

As his arms shook, pulling the switch for the rounds to load onto the breach.

“Driver, turn 180, we are going out of their sights, I’ll report to command”

With the drivers, as he then turns the shift, the tank suddenly turns on the extreme angles.

With the FCS system stable, locking on the signature of the beast was near impossible, as the thermals was blinded, but the outline of the figure was found, as then, the tank lock in, with the turret doing all the work of the aiming, STAB on as on sight, with the new round loaded, as his fingers shakes on the triggers.

“Gunner, Fire!”

As the thoughts lie throughout, the fingers step the pressure plates, with the gun firing, the sound is clear and loud, with the headphone keeping the ears audible and serviceable. With the fire of the projectiles, it was a HEAT rounds, as it release from the gun it leave trails of blue lights on the ends, with it moving to the target on the rangefinder trajectory, moving to the speeding target now closer than ever, with the last seconds as the heat round arms, clicking on the face of the monster.

As then, a giant blue light engulf the beast, as alchemical layers appears and vanish quickly by the trigger on the end of the warhead, alice felt was touch, with the direct hit, it body become deactivated, it rolls on the snows, no more closer than three hundred metre away from the tanks, as it reveres, with the commander call out.

“Target Neutralise, gun down!”

With quiet waves in, as only the engine and driver sounds were heard, with quiet and multiple times of sigh.

As the commander speaks, the end was silent, it was quiet, it was, empty, as it the snow storm faulty on the zones, the roaring of god eroded by the direction of the magma, with the driver at full speed on the bound by the engine, The sound

vertebrate, reaching towards the ears, ringing it more than the gun from the last shot.

Looking at the direction of the sounds by thermals, hard with the hard rains, seeing the far distance is near impossible, but one thing for ones I saw. The giant heat coming from the directions, it’s feature is hard if not impossible to exist, on such a dimension of the unknown, it was not normal, it was not a being of this world, it was.

With a touch felt by the side, it was warm, as then

“You good, Kepltar?”

Eyes of green of his, with the white cape still on bound, the ones who reply, hair of black, basic, close to the lost girls he once met, but with more than a good amount of sanity attached to the sense.

As he sigh slightly,

“Yeah, I’m fined,”

With him laying his back on the walls, with her sitting on the bench beside the guards where the far aways was a cavern that goes deep to the abyss, with her reply.

“Right, you did well, we got a client, so that’s neat,”

With his sigh a little.

“Not about that for sure, but yes.”

“Lying sure is a hell of a way to not take responsibility, is it the blackout accident?”

Does this freak have telepathy..

As he reaching on his left vest pouches, reaching and grabbing the next stick, with the lighter on hand, with the stick on his mouth, the smell of his breath was more prominent, as the lighter, which was a classic steel box, suddenly she came close to shut off the lit,

As then, he question

“That, that was fast..”

The time between standing on the bench, and moving to him, speed that exceeds normal capability of mankind, as of monsters that walks through the steps, with her then laying on the rail guard which was made of metals, covering anyone to not enter the abyss.

With her slight remark, her eyes were black, as all that, black, it was void of itself, like looking on the cavern, where the water endlessly flows in without an end.

“Thank you. Are you scared of her? Are you scared of the outside.?”

As then, he looked towards the waterfall, his eyes were emotionless, eyes close by half, energy long gone, always has been.

“ No, but the chance of her dying is very likely, they might have done a shit load of injection of every single damn virus and bacteria in this world, but it’s not like we find all the types of cure, besides, I understand that the world outside.. There’s more to it, really.. “

With him, putting the cigar to the pouch and the lighter back.

“Charlies, how would she live, if that entity exists, what can kill it anyways? These people of this world are extremely dangerous. It’s not like slavery or that mediaeval mindset doesn’t exist in this world.. At first they wanted to release her, but I decided to give them one of my weapons, hopefully it fits perfectly for her, as I don’t have much use for it.”

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With her, slightly smiles.

“How old are you? You are acting like that’s your daughter now.”

With him looking at her, the eyes of the void, it’s not better than looking beside him.

“I’m 28, single, aren’t you like 24 or something, my hair just has white because of stress, just a lot of white.”

With her standing up, I just realise, she wears a officer uniform, one of those multiple people I’ve faced, I wonder if she is just one of those people, what absurd order I will be face again, as it seems like she is starting at me, that eyes, it’s creepy and eerie, but even then her skins, it looks like she really do take care of her face, I wonder how long that I’ve watch my face, taking care of myself or even look on a mirror, it’s too late, you should have done that earlier, as the scars is permanent, I could never be that beautiful really, it’s not something I don’t desire, but it’s too late.

With her brushing her uniform, looking onto him.

“How long are you in that mask anyways, isn’t it uncomfortable, you should really rest, the next task is just the next three days, why don’t we take a walk?”

What is this, making a move on me, you really could’ve done better there, but if she insisted, why do I keep bidding to people I rarely know of, why does they matter, the face i’ve seen on my time, it always there, it always show itself, I find that wearing this mask, it keep me safe, that in one day, a single person doesn’t need empathy to take me, maybe I’m to pessimistic, my views are considered wrong by others, but that’s just how I feel, as that is just how I am..

As he reply

“ Whatever you say.”

With him reaching for the end of the mask, which was need on his vest, after getting the grip, moving the cloth from the skins, attach sweats and bacteria, it stick to the mask, with friction at plays, tearing the skin as it pass, the pain can be felt all around, as if ants were to bite on, every move, it hurts, yet pulling the mask, with the colourless green mask, it pulls, with the skin expose to the light from the hole on the crust of the earth, where the tsunami comes. His face, it was rugged, bumpy, rough, stupid, his eye bags reaching deep within his skin, as of skulls, shallow with eyes half open, neutral face on full time demeanour of sloth incarnated, shallow and thoughtless, thought it’s just me, right, it’s me, so even then, I don’t need to listen, to no one, right, yes.

With him, finally pulling the mask, and the fleece cap, his hair was quite long, with some white part, but mostly black, as some even turned, as the effect of this world took hold onto it.

With her, looking onto his eyes.

“Hm, I think having a skincare routine should be good, don’t you think?”

As he slightly smiles, as only part of it, shows an ouch of emotion.

“ I doubt I’ll be important, what does it benefit me?”

With her reply, as standing, while still dusting her clothing.

“ If you look good, people will respect you more, it’s just common sense, have you heard of the halo effect? It’s a good way to exploit human cognitive bias, humans aren’t that smart, and you can use it on your own. “

As she bluntly says it, like it was a common news, halo effect, a cognitive bias by humans, for what I’ve seen on the photo, the people here seems like they take care of himself throughout the day, maybe they’re skincare is better than us, if they can heal damage wound, why not imperfect face, why not just, be immortal.. Maybe there's some logic behind it.

“ I don’t think I’ll need it, I always keep a mask on,”

With her replying, I was a little frustrated by her eyebrow

“Oh c’mon, you look like you are about to murder someone and take their lungs and sell it if you look at others, that’s not a good first time don’t you think?”

With him being silent.

“So, wanna take a walk? And no smoking, it’s very bad, use vape instead.”

This girl, does she have some strange daddy issues.. I should just denied her, I truly don’t want to be walking around with this gear on, it makes her look bad, I don’t have authorization by command to take off, ‘must be prepared at all time’ my ass, I have a job that is to protect her, and follow her commands, yet she never used it to abuse, she treat my like some sort of a friend or bystander that got lost, get lost. I don’t need it.

As he sight,

“You go, I’ll just stay here, have fun”

My thoughts ran like bells, I could barely hear her replies, I just don’t want to hear her disappointment, I closed my eyes hard, maybe she can tell, but I’m, just not in the mood.

As I opened my eyes, the ears still ring, she was walking away. I should really just forget about it, and just keep calm…

I’m sorry, nisar, I just don’t feel it..

Why did he act differently this time, did that operation really hit him this hard, he's usually more laid back, now he is this, I need to check on him more, maybe I’m overthinking, but I feel like I need to do something..

Extreme.

With her sitting on the wall beside the carousel, as one of the girls is with an otherworld camo, and the eyes that were dark and devoid of any spirits, eyes half close with the bumpy ride by the carriage.

Shallowing eyes, in the carousel by the horse, it looks strange as it looks nothing like horse, I could barely remember much of it, just strange, all the time I was beside the fire, this world is real I take the food, it was not bad, it’s just bread, not bad, they added sweetness to it, some sort of a this world sugars, it was white, just like sugar.. Am I hallucinating, is this a car? I still, the two moons, exist. I can always feel the racing blood always boiling, my pressure is high, I just don’t understand, can I even get back home, is this one of those situations where I just have to live a new life? People on earth, that guy, he knows that this world exists, he has a rifle, he seems to be a military or cartel, I just, and then, he we fall and then I am here, I feel dizzy, still just less. I should find a way to get out, I need to leave, I need to find mom, and everyone. I feel alone and scared, my heart won’t stop pulsating, from the time I’m awake, it’s been on for the full time. I can’t rest, I need to rest.

Restless as was, her breathing can be heard from the Grave, whom was not far apart, her eyes glows on the dark, half lid open, with one of her hand on the sword at all time, the breathing of the ones beside her, moving and restless as much, with it, she moved to the girl beside her, gently touching her shoulder while the girl cross legs, with her face looking on the dirty wooden platform.

With hina suddenly face up, looking beside her, the eyes glows as the background was near pitch black,

“You seem like you are being bothered, maybe you can use some calming antigens, have you tried it?”

As then she replied, quietly.

“ I mean, sure. What is a calming antigens,”

While the grave was pulling something beside her bags.

“It basically calms your nerves, soldiers use this when they feel stress, it’s not addictive, but it can cause an overdose, so yeah, here. ”

With her pulling a capsule, it was just like hometown, just instead of white or white and red, it’ was a opaque yellow capsules, as she hand it to hina

“So it’s drugs..”

With grave replies, while laying back to where she was.

“Yes, just chew it, and we can sleep peacefully from then on.”

Opaque and yellow, it seems devoid of strange or weird light, it’s a drug, and you just need to chew on such things, chewing pills can taste from bland to turds, but It seems like so, taking a shot at this drug, first time huh, but I need to calm, I need to stay still, I’ll take it…

Looking upon the pill, closing her eyes, she slowly brings it closer to her mouth, as she puts it on her mouth, closing it slowly, while slowly taking a bite. The content inside released in the form of liquid, its taste was that of honey on gummy bear skins, it was sour and sweet as honey, strange combinations of twos, she then chew it like normal with the liquid swallowed by her, moving down to her body.

Taking the pills, her mind is still in shock, as the effect takes its time to course through. It was a sort of drug, and not of magical pills, as it’s probably made by natural ingredients, now.

Night howling, with the quiet carriage on the walks, it lies silence as the tybur sleeping on the end of the carriage, far from them, having hard time with york the name that struck an ugly face by him, slumbering upon by what lie next, awaiting on the city of the unknown worlds, lost and yet with a path, moving forward is what you can do. And is what you could do. All I can think of.

Walking path, biting rotting faeces lies around, the world was that, just rotten, how’s your mind, does it hurt to try to see you’re real being, entrapment by your inside, is one of those oh jolly time I wish I could see again, how much, how long have I see those jolly time, like I was nine? It was way far ahead, ten years for that?

Moving chorus by light, the skys was red, it glowed with the saint heart of hell, the grass was white empty plains, endless fogs of red with the skies, red and with multitude of eyes, the realm of possibility, of what sorts of inhuman abominations. Roads on the middle stand in the middle was hina, with the road, made of gravel, grey road with the white grass, in the end was hard to see, as its bright light on the end, on the end of the roads looking down. Looking around at her views, it was the sanity of it itself. Looking upon the skies, her eyes were tearing blood, as the eyes, each and every thousand of them, looked to the eyes where it lays to put, as it burns, as looking upon many suns. It hurts.

It hurts, I’m scared, please, I don't want this, I don’t wish this. Help me.

Falling to the grounds, with the pain needling striking the eyes, gouging it inside as if a worm that swims inside, the pain with each movement, as with thoughts, walking straight to the road the as she fall and mumbles to the endless void of white and nothing, alone on the road of freedom, how far will it last.

As all of the seconds, she was standing on a grass field, green and with the skies field with blues and noons, sunny grassy and hills, unnatural feels as no trees was found, just fog on the distance, and much more grass, artificial mountain lays around her, with a tablet, round table, white with a ceramic feels, chairs made of wood, white painted and luxurious. Sound of the wind blew, her eyes were clear, walking towards the tables, uncontrollable urge, forgetting the pains of the path. As she sat on the chair, a tea cup was in front of her.

My mind, it feels extremely hazy, what, is going on, where do I plan to move, where I’m I, the pain, I can still feel it in my eyes, and yet it’s gone, the smell of the tea, it’s just a tea, it warm nor boiling, I’m going insane, I need to take an edge off..

As she took the drink, consuming all the content within, laying the cup back to its position, for a being in front of her to appear, it was a man who sat on the chair in front of her, with plate carriers and bleeding under the helmets, eyes in static with black hair and dark brown eyes, staring at her with no afterthought. Her eyes were absorbed, with a racing heart, she screamed again on the cool noon.

With all the actions occurring, it is all dark, abyssal mind in a stasis of safe mode.

I, I don’t feel so good, I need to take a rest, I need to close my eyes, and forget everything, that will work…

That will always work..

Waking up from the carriage, it’s now stopped, as cool air blows from the back entrance, with Grave still slumbering on the side, sleeping in a baby position, with the tybur gone, the outside, it was shallow, but it was bright. As the sound of footsteps, and some conversation going on outside it sounds. Outside, it seems like a man apologising, what is tybur apologising about, I can’t hear, I can’t think clearly..

with her trying to stand up, the muscle acne throughout the sudden movement. Looking down on her, the liquid feels suddenly moving, looking down , blood was filled around hers.

As then the step moved closer, there at the back entrance, tyburs, standing there, with his face a little crooked, half open, half asleep as he looked, with a bag beside him.

With him, nervously ask.

“Hah, good morning gals.. Loving the scenery outside?..”