Fallout: Cradle of Sin
Prologue
What does it mean to dream? Is it our way of embodying our own desires into, what seems like, physical beings or objects only to suffer a rude awakening and be brought back to the harsh reality of life? Or is life itself a dream; a nightmare that ceases to end until our final moments in this world?
…Could it be that death is actually us awakening from yet another dream?
It's comforting to think, and believe, in the unlikely. From things such as Gods and other deities, folklore legends and tales from long ago. If there is even an ounce of truth to things such as these, then the world is a much brighter place than we often think it is.
It is our beliefs, our goals, our hopes and dreams that keep us going. They are frail things, but hard to kill. Yet, in a world such as this, where what was once green, lush forests are now empty, barren wastelands, and cities of stone and glass giants have become shells, tombs for the few and unwary, but sanctuary for the cruel and many, it is hard to hold on to anything quite so precious.
So why is it when one has nothing left to lose they keep going? When all they love and cherish is gone or faded to ash, why do some individuals continue to fight for survival, knowing that all that awaits them is nothingness? Perhaps it's the thought that, because they have nothing left to lose, they can only gain. Perhaps it's their own way of coping with their loneliness and tragedy; to keep moving so that the past never catches up. Perhaps they're just…existing…for the sake of existing. Wandering…
Whatever the answer may be, or whether any of those precious, unlikely beliefs are true, life is very much like a dream; one that we make the most of even in dire situations, yet secretly hope to awaken from every second of every day.
…You're gonna carry that weight; the weight of life.