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What Is Left When the Light Is Artificial

The laborers of Thar-Korr are not simply slaves.They are the forgotten echoes of sovereign beings, compressed into human machinery.

Their world is not built on dreams, but on extraction—not just of minerals from the earth, but of will, time, and soul.

From the moment they are born—or captured—they are assigned to the fields, beneath the towering iron monoliths of Dominion industry. The land is scorched, cracked, and bleeding. The air, thick with oil and chemical mist, chokes any spark of rebellion before it takes root. The sky has no stars—only black smoke and the mechanical hum of the enslaved rhythm.

Time has no meaning here.

Only cycles of grind and collapse, dictated by the flickering underground suns—bioluminal forgeries that cast warped shadows, bending perception and confusing memory. A 52-hour day/night cycle—26 hours of burning, 26 of dim glow. And in both, the work does not stop.

✦ The System of Enslavement

Governed by The Tyrannical Matriarch, the labor system is held in place through a psychosexual machinery of dominance and illusion. She appears in holograms, rituals, dreams—a twisted mother-goddess who promises comfort to the obedient, punishment to the curious.

She governs through:

• Emotion Suppression: Workers are fed chemical sedatives and programmed emotional triggers. Grief is outlawed. Longing is numbed.

• Addiction Cycles: A range of state-sanctioned narcotics and dopamine-looping tech keep the population subdued. The most broken are often promoted—to prevent them from ever desiring truth again.

• Surveillance & Bio-Control: Every worker is tagged with a neuro-loop collar connected to behavioral grids. Any thoughtform that spikes toward rebellion is flagged and pacified by neural dampeners.

Obedience is not taught. It is installed.

✦ The Culture of Internalized Control

There are no "free" workers—only layers of illusion, enforced through false privileges and manufactured hierarchy. The population is divided into castes:

• The Favored: Given marginally better rations, quieter shifts, or access to entertainment—used as examples of “hope.” They become enforcers of the system simply by defending their illusion of status.

• The Lost: Those who have broken under the weight of The Wanting—addicted, hollow, emotionally erased. Their only function is to model despair for others.

• The Raw: New arrivals, prisoners, or births—unprogrammed and volatile. Quickly identified and processed by the neuro-conditioning units.

The culture thrives on division, projection, and competition. Workers turn on each other for tokens, rank, and perceived favor.

There is no brotherhood—only the illusion that someone else is closer to survival.

✦ The Reality Beneath

All of it—every rule, every chemical, every caste—is in service of one great infection:The Wanting.

It is the true architect of Thar-Korr’s collapse.The Dominion may have planted the machines—but The Wanting grew the prison from the inside out. It whispers in every mind:

“You need more. You are not enough. Do what you must to belong.”

Desperation is currency.Longing is weaponized.The more a soul forgets its light, the more compliant it becomes.

✦ The Subtle War: States, Suffering, and Shadows

Thar-Korr is not unified. Its territories are ruled by fractured corporations, false kings, and military puppets, each vying for dominance in the extraction economy. Espionage, betrayal, and low-grade warfare define their relationships.

The states battle over:

• Mining Rights

• Surplus Slave Allocations

• Tech Transfers

• Bio-Weapons derived from soul collapse

In the shadows between these fractured states, bounty hunter demons stalk the desperate—interdimensional creatures bound to the Matriarch’s spellwork. They feed on fear and track psychic resonance. If a worker dreams too vividly, they will know. If one dares to hope, they will come.

✦ The Poet’s Beginning

This is the soil from which The Poet once rose.Not with song, but with a scream too dry to be voiced. He was once a labor unit, one of millions, his hands bloodied from crystal extraction, his spirit wrapped in the gray fog of programmed despair.

And yet—

In the silence between sleep cycles,he began to feel the rhythm of his own breath.A rhythm not yet stolen.

This world is not just backdrop—It is the mirror of the unconscious mind, where suffering loops endlessly until the soul chooses to wake up from the script.

✦ Symbolic Meaning

Thar-Korr’s labor culture is a living symbol of:

• The conditioned self

• The internalized oppressor

• The survival identity that sacrifices truth for permission

Its system does not break the body—it enslaves the identity.Its hope is synthetic.Its love, a transaction.Its freedom, a flicker never meant to last.

But still—Somewhere in the black dust,beneath the fake suns and silent stars—the spark endures.

And from it,the fire will rise.