As I dream, I remember what I once was. It was no secret. I was a nerd, and I knew what shit I landed in, and I knew for sure there would be no paddle. The moment I was born again, I was born noble, of the Dynastys.

For those who've no clue, dear listeners, I'm talking about the Necrontyr. The Necrontyr are the precursors to the necrons in This universe. And by the dead gods did they have it rough. 

Our original sun fucked us, and not in a good way either. You see, we have cancer. All of us. On a genetic level. Permanently.

We sought help from the old ones... it ended poorly. But, that was before my time. No, I was overlord when the C'tan came. The Silent King, long may he reign, sold us to the C'tan. For what reason you ask? Revenge, a lie, a truth. And much more.

I walked my dynasty to the fires of biotransference willingly. I knew what would happen. I saw the signs. But I did it. I told myself I knew the price. I'm a fucking fool...

My soul is now gone. Never to return. My kin along with me. Sealed in this eternal hell. Again, I am a fool. Over the years, I learned to meditate, at least in a way. It's more of a deep dive into my mental and physical self-awareness. It is... suboptimal.

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I can not breathe, eat, sleep, and so... so much more. I accept this. It is the price I pay for my actions. I have sinned against my people. This sacrifice shouldn't have been for them.

Even now, hundreds of years later, as I dream, I regret. Not for myself, but my people. I know when I awake they will be gone. Not even husks. Some will even be warped by the death curses of the dead gods. 

I admit I took immense pleasure at their deaths. I myself helped slay Iash'uddra The endless swarm. It is fractured, and I myself have its piece. I hope it rests in agony unending. Our Phaeron and most other overlords lay dead at its feet. But with the other dynastys, it is DEAD.

When we returned, our victory in hand, I knew what was to happen next. Perhaps tired of war, or regretful of his actions, the king would send us to The Great Sleep.

So, from the ruins of the battlefield where a god lay dead, to the tombs now empty, I gathered what strength the dynasty had. I threw the old laws to the side, and slew the remaining overlords. Carefully of course. 

From constructs to what remained of our citizens, I gathered them to my House's holds, and prepared. 

I ordered the crypteks to copy all data I could find thousands of times into thousands of places. From the plays of old, to the towering Seraptek heavy constructs. Simple and agonizingly difficult. But I knew what was to come.

When the great sleep came, I watched as my loyal subjects went to their sleep. Perhaps their final rest. Not even I know if I will awake again. I don't know still, even as I dream this dream. 

But I can hope, that perhaps maybe, this time, there can be a change