A Civilian's Views Of Waking Up

I am Alice, another civilian rousing to a cruel actuality.

I strode through the streets of the city; The world that I had once known, a paradise where everyone was delighted and satisfied, had been busted by the Dream Weaver's malediction.

It was as if a veil had been raised from my eyes, and I was visiting the world for the first time. I saw the deprivation and desperation in the eyes of the individuals around me, the crumbling buildings and contaminated streets, and the consistent fear that appeared to dangle in the air.

The certitude of the status hit me hard, and I found myself working to arrive to terms with the acrimony of the world. I had been living in a dream world, totally ignorant of the grief that was fuming right under my nose.

It was a complicated evolution, moving from a world where everything was excellent to one where everything was falling apart. I felt mislaid and isolated, insecure about how to navigate this unique reality.

But as I peeked around me, I started to notice that I wasn't solitary. There were others who were stumbling to come to times with the rigour of the earth, and we united together to try and make a contrast.

We began small, assisting in our regional societies, volunteering at sanctuaries, and doing what we could slack the sorrow of those around us. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

As time went on, we began to see the influences of our endeavours. The people around us began to band together, help one another and order change from those in domination.

It wasn't easy, and there were times when I felt like giving up. But I knew that we couldn't let the Dream Weaver's curse prevail. We had to keep rowing, keep forcing forward, and never give up hope.

It was a tough lesson to retain, but I knew that it was one that was critical. The world was severe and intolerant, but together, we could make a disparity.