Space Port 2974
I dream of worlds that are somehow different, where metal does not gleam and plastics do not exist
I dream of worlds that are somehow different, where metal does not gleam and plastics do not exist. A world where technology is different, where magic is common place and supernatural beings inhabit the world as real as I am. To be rid of this technology is something I dream of everyday. How dull I find it. How mundane and ordinary my life is here upon this orbiting space station.
And somewhere across the vastness of space in a world torn asunder by war and famon there is demon of the underworld who sits upon a throne of skulls and blood - the trophies of his victims and enemies and wishes he were elsewhere. Anywhere but here in a world accursed, where demon battles demon and elves and humans seek sanctuary from the ravening horde. He dreams of a world where ships fly through space and technology is his to control. And he thinks how mundane his life is. Yet for him, there is no release. This he knows and he returns to plotting his next military campaign with a sigh....