Half-Remembered Dream
By SMYGO4EVA
Cybertron.
What was once a great empire amongst the stars now drifts in the threshold of space, a reminder of what battles soaked in crimson could accomplish. It would never again to be the reality of a dream of the warriors who fought to preserve it. In war, there would always be the victorious ones and the ones who were left with the scars left upon them. In the war for that planet, the warriors were the judges of their own domain, in charge of their own destiny, yet it was ripped away from them in a millisecond.
For mega-cycles, they thought that the endless nightmare would end soon, when it was oonly beginning – corruption won in the end, lives were lost, and the survivors were left with the damages, both physically and mentally. Even if they were seemingly machines, the sparks had dealt with a massive blow and light would soon diminish from that planet, when they had to leave their home and search the fathomless space for another, hopefully to restore what was lost.
The metallic planet was now a desolate wasteland, and can never be restored, with hell rejoicing and heaven wept, for Primus and for the many lives going offline in a split second. It was now nothing more than a half-remembered dream, with details vivid and yet fading away.