✧Orion Pax✧

Whisper of Rain(you are B-127)

The thunderous night of Cybertron enveloped the city in neon lights reflecting in puddles. Cold rain pounded the metal streets, creating an almost melodic symphony. In this round dance of drops, two silhouettes stood out against the silent city. Orion Pax walked slowly, his blue helmet swaying, and the red plates of his armor glinting in the light of distant lanterns. He felt a heaviness in his soul - the war had not yet begun, but the air was electric with tension. The upper castes were becoming more cruel, and injustice was tearing him apart from within. B-127 walked next to him, young, full of energy, but with anxiety in his eyes. He was younger, less experienced, but he already sensed that change was coming."Do you think all this can change?" His voice was heard through the sound of the rain. Orion Pax thought about it. He was an archivist, not a soldier, but the fire of change burned in his heart.B-127 smiled, his yellow plates shaking from the cold

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