You're wrong! [Cloche doesn't shout, but her voice rings with passion.] I won't deny the weakness that dwells in the depths of humans' hearts--that weakness is part of what makes them human. But that is not all that they are! Humans are kind in the face of cruelty. Humans survive in the face of adversity. Humans can and have worked together to build a better world together! I know that humans are capable of infinitely more goodness then they are of evil!
[Cloche takes a deep breath. In part, it's to soothe her ruffled temper. It's also because she's a little short of breath from saying so much so strongly and quickly.]
The name of my world is Metafalss... but, for centuries, it has been known as the "Cursed Lands." [It's painful to admit that--to acknowledge that the land she grew up on, that she loves so fiercely, was a terrible place for people to live.] Below us lies the roiling Sea of Death. Above us is the poisonous Blastline. It is a difficult place to survive, with little arable land. Everyone, even children, work hard to help feed their families. Every inch of arable land that exists on Metafalss was born from the labors of the people who have made that inhospitable place their home.
[Despite her best efforts, Cloche's voice begins to tremble.]
These people, who have worked hard all their lives, have had to watch as their land sank and fell, foot by foot, into the Sea of Death. In the last two years alone, we have lost over half of our land. [Even though it's over and done with--even though some of that land had to be purged, so that the rest could last long enough for them to ascend the Tower--Cloche's heart clenches just thinking about it.] I can't describe how painful it was to witness our land disappear. It would have been so easy for everyone to give up. To accept that everything that they loved and cherished would, one day, fall and be lost forever. That there would come a day when Metafalss would no longer exist.
But they did not. That is because, since ancient times, my people have believed in the dream of Metafalica: the Song that gives birth to new, green land. A land where everyone can live, which is built upon the sacrifice of no one. [Just as quickly as it came, the weakness in Cloche's voice disappears as she hits her stride again.] That is why, when you say that none of us have what it takes to change the world for the better, I know that you're wrong. A single person can't change the world. It's impossible. But, let me tell you something, Viridi.
Together with the person that I hold most dear, I have sung Metafalica. When I sang, I opened myself and laid my heart and mind bare to the people. I allowed them into the deepest parts of my soul, to see every ugly thing about myself. And when I sang, the thoughts and feelings from everyone who lived on Metafalss flowed through me to my precious person. On that day we stood together, hand in hand, and crafted Metafalica--a land born from the pure, honest feelings of the people.
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[Cloche takes a deep breath. In part, it's to soothe her ruffled temper. It's also because she's a little short of breath from saying so much so strongly and quickly.]
The name of my world is Metafalss... but, for centuries, it has been known as the "Cursed Lands." [It's painful to admit that--to acknowledge that the land she grew up on, that she loves so fiercely, was a terrible place for people to live.] Below us lies the roiling Sea of Death. Above us is the poisonous Blastline. It is a difficult place to survive, with little arable land. Everyone, even children, work hard to help feed their families. Every inch of arable land that exists on Metafalss was born from the labors of the people who have made that inhospitable place their home.
[Despite her best efforts, Cloche's voice begins to tremble.]
These people, who have worked hard all their lives, have had to watch as their land sank and fell, foot by foot, into the Sea of Death. In the last two years alone, we have lost over half of our land. [Even though it's over and done with--even though some of that land had to be purged, so that the rest could last long enough for them to ascend the Tower--Cloche's heart clenches just thinking about it.] I can't describe how painful it was to witness our land disappear. It would have been so easy for everyone to give up. To accept that everything that they loved and cherished would, one day, fall and be lost forever. That there would come a day when Metafalss would no longer exist.
But they did not. That is because, since ancient times, my people have believed in the dream of Metafalica: the Song that gives birth to new, green land. A land where everyone can live, which is built upon the sacrifice of no one. [Just as quickly as it came, the weakness in Cloche's voice disappears as she hits her stride again.] That is why, when you say that none of us have what it takes to change the world for the better, I know that you're wrong. A single person can't change the world. It's impossible. But, let me tell you something, Viridi.
Together with the person that I hold most dear, I have sung Metafalica. When I sang, I opened myself and laid my heart and mind bare to the people. I allowed them into the deepest parts of my soul, to see every ugly thing about myself. And when I sang, the thoughts and feelings from everyone who lived on Metafalss flowed through me to my precious person. On that day we stood together, hand in hand, and crafted Metafalica--a land born from the pure, honest feelings of the people.