Curtains

We walked like inattentive robots, to tell you the truth we were! We didn't have compassion nor a heart.

We were maggots.

We didn't care for others either of our kind. We ignored each other as we never had the interest to talk. We kept our places.

The spirits governed over us. They were superior as they created us and gave orders around. We were their menials as we toiled day and night for them, never thinking we would speak for freedom or escape. Until one fateful day.

Six of us poor yet hopeful maggots decides to escape our home yet a disastrous place: Dalnovia. We started our journey, we carried some Algaenus Proticius: our food to survive or likely the only food we could steal from the commoners.

We threw the necklace (which the spirits have appointed all maggots to wear) and burnt it. The orange-blazing fire in front of my eyes gave me a new perspective. We weren't just escaping. We were rebelling against authority.

We thought if we could make a tear in our dimension, we could escape to this foreign place that we eavesdropped on the spirits called: Earth.

This place always fascinated me, as we studied numerous books on it. There are many "Homo Novus" there. Our plan (if executed properly) is if we succeed: we make our dwelling on Earth and live among Homo Novus.

We suddenly decided to make our tear as we reached the end of our flat planet. Suddenly a powerful field denied us to do so. The spirits appeared in front of us, they were the complete opposite of calm. We looked at each other and realized we are at the finishing line of fear.

So our plan was deserted.

We had repercussions for our consequences, we knew we would not be scot-free. Two of our maggots were killed, one of our maggots was put into a deep sleep for a prolonged time, two of our maggots were chained.

The curtains ring down on the stage *APPLAUSE*