[Worlds Combined] The Natives

This world is riddled with holes. It became a sieve long ago. Perhaps it is the gods' arena, perhaps an amusement park for visitors from other realms. Whatever it is... this is our world. Even if from this day on there is no place to bury our bones, no one to keep watch, no family or old friends, no friends or relatives, we will not lay down the broken guns and spears in our hands. For the homeland behind us. (Keeping this idea on file. I'll consider updating after the graduate school entrance exam.)