/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

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In lands where grandeur's specter looms above,
A primal fear takes hold, both small and large.
For mortals, awed by monumental might,
Their souls succumb, enwrapped in shadows deep.

And as for Belyms, with their stature slight,
Their frames bespeak a prey's vulnerability,
Perhaps designed, deliberately endowed,
To nurture weakness in their very core.

Their makers, architects of sweeping dreams,
Envisioned docile subjects, prone to yield,
To domineering plans of titans vast,
To stoke the flames of grandeur's noble fire.

Thus, the protagonist, our MC, fixates,
On gaping maw and claustrophobic fears,
For in those fears lie Belyms' primal traits,
Their instincts prey-like, urging caution's plea.

Yet, not alone in fear does MC seek solace,
Within the pack, the strength of unity thrives.
Their small-framed kin, united they shall stand,
To brave a world where prey oft falls behind.

Hence, MC finds respite, not through alone,
But when companions grace their presence near.
Away from mecha's hulking armor's shell,
And jaws of cockpit's gate, a gateway dread.

For Belyms, solace blossoms in their clan,
In numbers joined, they find their courage true.
Unlike their human counterparts, who strive,
To conquer unease, with solitary hearts.

And so, they swiftly weave the bond with AI,
With flaws, they stride, for unity prevails.
Imperfect, yes, but in their shared embrace,
They forge a path to soothe their restless souls.

In lands where monumentality reigns,
The Belyms bow, yet rise through unity.
With prey-like traits and fervent group accord,
They conquer fear and script their own grand tale.