The Idealist of Dichotomy -1

The separation sharper than me eyes with 'em jazzed up glasses. The belief that age always has a positive impact on peoples' lives. A true wonder it is that a small town character with crystalline far-sighted dreams about inheritance of knowledge and (his) development in a temple of supposed logic and observation could end up with a cracked shard of stained flint, and yet accepts the change with barely hidden befuddlement and moral resignation in his irises.
    His routine is marred by the reasons escaping extradition. But then again, whoever cared about reasons when gloriously sparkling things were in sight and hope was not a thing of legends?
    Well it seems the other way now. Now, in a new empire with a significantly lesser diversity of minds and an even smaller spectra of opportunities to fulfil his pre-empted vision, our hero -still as average and predictably rebellious as ever- tries to make it work out. Not an easy task for someone whose fulcrum of the future turned out to be 'root-minus-one', but hey, when all is said and done, at least he'll have a tale to tell, right?

Up next: (His) new chapter unfurls. Stay glued!

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