Utopia

Utopia is a land without freedom. The only one to resist, in a forgotten corner of the swamp, is a ramshackle statue: once a symbol of hope, now home to spiders who have made it their own, weaving their silences inside. Something terrible has happened here… but what?

I look around, searching for clues. The air is still, as if holding its breath. Then, a moan. Almost human. A strange, broken sound that draws me like a magnet. It comes from above. With my heart beating faster, I climb through the ruins: an overturned container, twisted remains of a structure… and then up to the gutted roof of an old bus.
And there he is. Oh my God … what is it … or rather … who is it? In front of me stands a gigantic figure, with a single, immense eye watching me. A cyclops… I hope it’s a gentle cyclops.

“Human, what are you looking for?” he asks in a cavernous voice, anticipating my question. His gaze is stern, suspicious.

“um… hello… um… I’m looking for a story. What happened here?” He looks at me, surprised and amused at the same time “Uhm a curious human. I thought I had eaten them all! hahahah” and bursts into thunderous laughter, which spreads through the valley like an icy wind.

“I… I come in peace, Mr. Cyclops. I only seek … a story.” I approach slowly, letting him sniff me like dogs when they have to figure out who is in front of them … (Please trust me. Don’t eat me.) “Once, this was a lush land”, he begins, his voice becoming quieter. “A living city, full of industrious people. The fields were fertile, the economy growing, and the population proud. It was a good place… until they came.” “They who?” I ask, moving a little closer, rapt. Cyclops lowers his voice.

“We call them the Unglued. They have no mouths, no eyes, but they see and hear everything. They walk as if made of smoke and screams. Wherever they pass, only emptiness remains. The silence. The end.”

He pauses, scratching his wrinkled chin where tufts of moss grow, then points to the horizon: beyond the marsh, amid ghostly mists, the twisted remains of a tower can be glimpsed.

“That is where it all began. A hole in the sky. A purple flash. And then… the air began to vibrate, like an overstretched rope. Crops rotted, and poisonous plants sprang up in their place. The animals went mad. Humans… began to disappear.”

His voice now has the weight of memory. “And you?” I whisper. “How did you survive?”

“We… we were friends of Utopia, shared land with humans… went into hiding. I, a mountain cyclops, used to fighting dragons with my bare hands… reduced to fleeing into the ruins. But it’s not cowardice, if you want to pass on a story, someone had to stay, someone had to remember.”

I remain silent. His words float through the air, finding their place among the twisted metal sheets and the distant screams of some monstrous creature. ‘What now?’ I finally ask. ‘Is there still hope?’ Cyclops looks at me, then raises his giant finger and points to my notebook. “As long as someone writes… something remains, as long as someone tells the stories, the places will not be lost. I nod… he is right, stories and those who keep them are the only antidote to emptiness. Places are important because they speak of us: of our ideas, our dreams, our mistakes, but if no one stays… the traces will fade. We look into each other’s eyes, me and that big giant man, there is hope, yes there is, it would be enough to find among the bones of the world, a hidden fragment, the Stone of the First Dream, no one has ever really seen it, only words, only whispers, but it is said that whoever finds it can reopen the doors, and not of the past, but of a time that can still exist, a new time, full of hope.

Utopia is not dead, it simply sleeps, waiting for those like me who will not be afraid to listen to the legends.
And there, in the ruins… find the Stone. And rewrite the beginning.

Utopia is a Sim owned by Eva Kraai, a fan of many interests, including science fiction, and this land of hers could not be told any other way.

UTOPIA is located at the following Slurl: hop://craft-world.org:8002/Utopia/643/622/25 and is one of the many fascinating lands (sims) in Craft-World owned by Raffaele Macis.

To enter the Craft-World Metaverse and visit Utopia, you need software. We recommend Firestorm OS, which you can download HERE and choose according to your operating system.