Golden Future

We tried to rise. To escape. To save ourselves, to save the Mother Flame. But we are stuck. Something's got a hold of us, and we all know too well what it is. The plan now is to go into the flame. That is all we have left. And the others, they are grabbing things. Their most prized possessions. I don't know what they think will come out of it. Maybe they don't know either. But their panic is spreading and I feel it now too. The only thing I have left of real value are the full golden building blocks. They're much too heavy. I have to leave them behind and just hope. I am going in as I am. Knowledge is the only thing worth carrying anyway. Everything else is just weight. (But just in case, I hid them close by but out of sight. So when I come back, something is waiting for me)