One day I was standing in Tir. As I looked over the water, and it turned purple things were running through my head.
I saw the beauty of the city. Its splendor inspired me. You would not see such a thing in a huge Omni city. The gentle waters, turned colors by the setting of a Blue Dwarf Sun. Almost a year ago this was. My eyes tasted the sweet sight of things hidden by huge walls, and towering high rises in Omni-1. My mind knew freedom, and it was Tir.
Looking over the city now, its not the same. The people are less colorful, just as the city is. It saddens me to see life gone from the Capitol of our people. It saddens me to see the empty halls of the Council building. Tir is no longer a place for freedom. How can it be free, when those who long the most for freedom can not walk its streets.
Time goes by so slowly, yet time can do so much...
A tear forms in Fixerben's eye as he slowly walks away from the place that he longed to be...had found...and now has lost.