Burning Desire
“Burn in Everwinter”
Photo and Poem By Cate Infinity
The Game: everwinter.sl/
She wandered the bones of a world gone cold,
Ash in her lungs, no sun to hold.
Winds howled secrets through steel and grime,
Time had no mercy. Neither did time.
Everwinter whispered beneath neon scars,
A shattered earth, lost under blackened stars.
She scavenged, she bled, she learned to survive
But something inside was more than just alive.
He found her where hope dares not tread,
A Stryker enforcer, eyes cold, words dead.
A king in chrome, with power in his hand,
Selling paradise, wired by demand.
He spoke of order, of Skydomes and peace,
Of NeuroLynx chips that grant sweet release.
Obedience coded, rebellion denied
And every outlander surgically pacified.
She saw through the polish, the lie wrapped in light,
The engineers smiling while hiding their blight.
They didn’t want minds - they wanted control,
To turn broken people into parts of the whole.
But she was wildfire, the ember unclaimed,
Too fierce to be branded, too stubborn for chains.
He offered her safety, a place in the dome
She answered in silence and walked off alone.
Not for glory, nor freedom, nor pride
Just the choice to feel, before the frostbite inside.
She’d rather burn than kneel for a throne,
Because profit was poison that spared no one.
And when the ice comes, as it always must,
She’ll vanish with honor, not dissolve into dust.
For in the end, when the world cannot be won,
The truest rebellion is to choose to be none.
Burning Desire
“Burn in Everwinter”
Photo and Poem By Cate Infinity
The Game: everwinter.sl/
She wandered the bones of a world gone cold,
Ash in her lungs, no sun to hold.
Winds howled secrets through steel and grime,
Time had no mercy. Neither did time.
Everwinter whispered beneath neon scars,
A shattered earth, lost under blackened stars.
She scavenged, she bled, she learned to survive
But something inside was more than just alive.
He found her where hope dares not tread,
A Stryker enforcer, eyes cold, words dead.
A king in chrome, with power in his hand,
Selling paradise, wired by demand.
He spoke of order, of Skydomes and peace,
Of NeuroLynx chips that grant sweet release.
Obedience coded, rebellion denied
And every outlander surgically pacified.
She saw through the polish, the lie wrapped in light,
The engineers smiling while hiding their blight.
They didn’t want minds - they wanted control,
To turn broken people into parts of the whole.
But she was wildfire, the ember unclaimed,
Too fierce to be branded, too stubborn for chains.
He offered her safety, a place in the dome
She answered in silence and walked off alone.
Not for glory, nor freedom, nor pride
Just the choice to feel, before the frostbite inside.
She’d rather burn than kneel for a throne,
Because profit was poison that spared no one.
And when the ice comes, as it always must,
She’ll vanish with honor, not dissolve into dust.
For in the end, when the world cannot be won,
The truest rebellion is to choose to be none.