It was a different time back then, during the days of the Ascension Machine and the Grand Overseer. A false hope plagued the city; an ever-growing lie that we had secured a prosperous future...
It was cold. He was lying down on something. Voices could be heard murmuring in the background. There was a great whirring noise of machinery. Or was it humming? His mind was in a fog and he couldn’t see. Someone started to move him...