 It's a beautiful place, now nothing more than an idea, like myself, a dream. My father and I, built in Utopia, suspended between the forces of chaos and order. Our sacrifice, all shared in peace and prosperity, to this cherished place, until those fucking juveniles broke the wall. Just a look at what their hubris left us with. Teen party, ten years of peace, sixteen years of harmony, sixteen years since, in this guided rebellion that jeopardized your remaining years, what swiftly eradicated from this earth, freeing our scientists, allowing them to cure you of that horrible disease. Harmonia will always make sure your every need is met. Well, as long as you don't stray too far from the path laid out by your territory's great apostles, celebrate today in an orderly fashion, with peace, joy, and love. Oh, remember, harmonia is here with you, till our very end. Bullshit. Bullshit. At one point, my world could have been mistaken for yours, clenched in a fascist fist, slowly drained to its inevitable death.