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atlas is a series based on the planet songs off of sleeping at last’s atlas: year one.
this is mars.
War is glory. War is a hazy place of death and death, and for what? For your country, to make someone – anyone – proud, or to prove a point via the power borne from crushing skulls underfoot? War is never fought by those seeking the latter – what’s the point of fighting for power if one could die doing it?
Instead, they rally a group onto a precipice, and push. War opens her mouth and swallows the bodies of young people whole. She swallows those who were just old enough to sign the dotted line, those who needed a way out from something, those who believed that it was worth it, and those who did nothing but exist at the wrong place at the wrong time.
She takes strangers to suffering bursting with life and rips them apart. She breaks their bodies, their brains, their sense of self, until all that remains is her pervading reminder that they are in her hands. She reminds them that she is all they can count on, all they know, and all they will know. Bodies laid down and names forgotten, she becomes mother and savior and enemy and everything. Constant. Everything.
When those fighting see it time to inform their fighters that someone has won, that enough skulls have been trampled on, war does not receive the message. Instead, she leaves with every person who is lucky enough to. She takes up prime real estate in their brains and continues her work.
Those who come back continue fighting. Their war rages on, and time does too. There is hope for quiet, for resolution. The hope that now…
Now we’re young enough to try to build a better life.