#pre-launch

"You're up early," he noted, rubbing the slumber from his eyes, finding Colton in the common lounge. "Or up late?" That was the more enticing option, and Mahlon raised his brows suggestively. "Want a cup of coffee? I'm puttin' the kettle on."

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Now for another huge announcement -- Syntax S3 Crowdfund is officially happening, launching FULLY on August 18th! Sign up for your reminder here, and be prepared for more news soon.

You'll find some photos on the IGG pre-launch page, as well -- share these on social media with #syntaxpod to show your excitement. We'll be sure to keep an eye out~

PRE-LAUNCH As humanity, at this moment, we go through History; we are part of it and we face this challenge that puts us in front of our greatest fears. As a poet once said: “fear blinds our dreams”.

PRE-LAUNCH As humanity, at this moment, we go through History; we are part of it and we face this challenge that puts us in front of our greatest fears. As a poet once said: “fear blinds our dreams”. And dreams are loaded with feelings, desires for accomplishments. In these times, let’s dream! Fear is natural, it protects life, but the dream drives it. Love, beauty, art, music, poetry, is…

Emilia made her way up the stairwell, hoping to find Mandi quickly and not outside. Maybe she’d just gotten up early to eat before their escort came to drag her away for what could possible - no, Emilia stopped that thought quickly. She wished she’d grabbed a jacket as she stepped out onto the roof, but her own was on the district one floor and she hadn’t thought she’d need it at three arm when she’d wandered to the district eleven floor. It was still dark, the sky inky despite the glow of the city below. She shivered slightly as the wind blew around her frame, moving further onto the roof as her eyes searched for any sign of her daughter. 

She was just about to duck back inside when she heard what was definitely the chatter of teeth from somewhere within the small, dormant gardens. She pulled her hands further into her sweater as she moved towards the brown shrubbery, pausing when she caught sight of Mandi. Was she sleeping? had she slept on the roof? It was the middle of winter for fuck’s sake. God damn it, Emilia really had fucked everything up hadn’t she? She took a deep breath and moved closer, crouching down to gently reach out and touch Mandi’s shoulder. She hoped she didn’t startle her, but calling her name would do no good, and she needed to get inside.