I'm listening to The Universal Migrator for the first time, and it's having me feel nostalgic, sad, so I'm writing this as I'm listening to the album
Now, having finished this part as the penultimate song is playing (The First Man on Earth).. it's very much a first draft, heh.. it's mostly a vibe-based piece, and I suspect I will completely turn this over and it won't be canon for very long. However, it is a vibe piece, and that's not a bad thing in and off itself
And there she was. Sitting alone atop the highest spire of the Great Machine. Her work had failed. She had failed. Her father's dreams could never come to fruition because of her failings.
She was alone there, her vessel silent. She wasn't in her quarters, she was atop the spire, taking one last look over the monumental monstrosity she had created that had been her hopes, but now had destroyed everything. She had lost everything. Even her sibling was gone now, there was nothing left for her to live for, but a disaster like this could not happen again. Could never happen again.
She took a last look at the miles and miles of metal and stone, brimming with machinery within. What was it all for?? If trying to create something good, something beautiful and powerful would just lead to death and destruction, then maybe it was simply not worth it.
Yes, she wouldn't go down with the ship she had built. She would outlast it and make sure nobody would ever build such a destructive ship ever again. But to do that, she would have to live. She stood up from being nesteled into her vessel's hair, and made her vessel stand as well, now being the highest she could ever be without flying. Then, she flapped her wings, jumped, and took off. Her vessel followed suit, and the two of them flew over the metal, leaving the sweat, sleepless nights, and the blood her people had given to build it behind for naught. This kind of power was too great, people could never achieve such feats.
She did not look back, hateful of her creation, of herself, and of the world. Finally, the metal stopped, and planes spread before them. Holes were dug deep into the planes where tin could be found, and the former forests were destroyed for the wood and copper within them. Some animal farms were present, for their skins, their meat, and their iron.
And running between them, the train rails. Before packed with materials to build the machine, now people were packed tightly, holding onto a hope of survival in a new land, going south, to the freezing continent of Ankxa.
She flew over crowds of people packing into those trains, on her way to the Capital City. Hours later ((subject to change because I haven't drawn a map of PSR yet)), she arrived at the capital. It was a ghost city, the streets were empty, the most lights were out.. The busiest place was again, the train station. She flew down there and walked among the crowd, hiding beneath her vessel's cloak. The cloak hid her face somewhat, so she wasn't recognized immidiately. She saw young children crying, and most had sad expressions on their faces.
Then, the inevitable happened, and someone recognized her. Nobody talked to her directly, but a wave of whispers surrounded her and faces turned. Some faces had excitement, some fear, some hope, and some anger.. She could not take this. She had tried to carry their hopes, to give them everything, to create the world she and her father had dreamed of, but she simply couldn't. She flew up, and a few youths tried to follow, quickly stopped by their parents, or the fact that their wings were packed.
She flew up, to the palace, where Ñiettaquoua was waiting for her. She fully went into her vessel, walked up to him, in his vessel, and gave him a hug, letting her body turn mostly limb, and finally, tears started rolling down her face.
"Come inside Oesala. Let's have a warm drink, and we can leave all this behind. Not everything is lost, and most people are already save in the new city."
She just nodded and cried. Then, she entered she airship and they took off, and Oesala would not return for over 1600 years.