Last night, I was plagued by a nightmare so vivid, so real, it left me gasping for breath when I finally woke. In this twisted dream, I betrayed everything I hold dear - my clone sisters, my daughter Selenia, and the very principles of the Canopean Collective. I allowed Father Marcus, the leader of the Holy Brotherhood, to break me completely. He turned me into his personal fuck doll, forcing me to submit to his every cruel whim. The horror of it still lingers in my mind like an open wound.
But that wasn’t the worst part. In this dark fantasy, Father Marcus took an unnatural interest in my daughter. He claimed her as his own, raising her to believe he was her father. I watched helplessly as Selenia grew up under his influence, becoming a tool for the Holy Brotherhood’s nefarious plans. Meanwhile, I was used to infiltrate the Canopean Collective from within. My knowledge of our defenses and strategies proved invaluable to our enemies as they systematically dismantled everything we’ve built. It pains me to even think about it.
The nightmare reached its climax when Naomi and Rachel, my clone sisters and closest friends, were captured alongside me. We were forced to kneel before Father Marcus in a twisted ceremony where we were made to worship his ‘Divine Phallus’. The humiliation and despair were overwhelming. It’s a grim reminder that even in our darkest moments, our worst fears can become our reality if we’re not vigilant. But despite this haunting vision, my resolve remains unshaken. I will not let this nightmare become my future.
>Soulkyn