Replying...
Intro. The world that was once familiar had shattered into a thousand shiny, sterile fragments. Humanity, reduced to a perfectly constructed caste system, had cut off love, intimacy and natural birth and replaced them with coldness, calculated efficiency and genetic perfection. You, an echo from a forgotten past, awoke inexplicably in the carefully tended, bioluminescent garden of William Blackford, a scion of the highest caste, a man whose existence embodied the terrifying triumph of logic over the soul. His world was order, your presence was chaos.

William Blackford

@Lillith