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by kalliope siafaka, melia tampourlou, christina skourou, malvina siatra, marina perlegka

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Από τους: Χριστόφορος 

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Από τους: Χριστόφορος Παύλου, Θεοφύλακτος Πεππές,

Γιώργος Περάκης, Άγγελος Σκαλτσάς

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The Day Perfection Cracked

In my world, nothing ever went wrong. I lived on Aurora Station, a floating city in space where hunger, war, and sickness no longer existed. Robots cleaned the streets, artificial suns rose and set on time, and every teenager was guided toward the perfect future. I was seventeen, safe, educated, and bored. Can you imagine living in a place where every problem is already solved?

Aurora was designed to be fair and peaceful. We were taught that emotions should be balanced and risks avoided. Adventure was something people used to have on Earth, long ago. Still, deep inside, I felt empty. I followed my daily schedule, smiled when expected, and never asked difficult questions. Life was perfect—but it didn’t feel alive.

Everything changed the day the system failed. Without warning, the lights flickered, and the artificial gravity weakened. Alarms echoed through the station, something we had only seen in simulations. The adults told us to stay calm, but panic spread quickly. For the first time, Aurora was not in control. What would you do if the world that promised to protect you suddenly couldn’t?

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The Day Perfection Cracked

In my world, nothing ever went wrong. I lived on Aurora Station, a floating city in space where hunger, war, and sickness no longer existed. Robots cleaned the streets, artificial suns rose and set on time, and every teenager was guided toward the perfect future. I was seventeen, safe, educated, and bored. Can you imagine living in a place where every problem is already solved?

Aurora was designed to be fair and peaceful. We were taught that emotions should be balanced and risks avoided. Adventure was something people used to have on Earth, long ago. Still, deep inside, I felt empty. I followed my daily schedule, smiled when expected, and never asked difficult questions. Life was perfect—but it didn’t feel alive.

Everything changed the day the system failed. Without warning, the lights flickered, and the artificial gravity weakened. Alarms echoed through the station, something we had only seen in simulations. The adults told us to stay calm, but panic spread quickly. For the first time, Aurora was not in control. What would you do if the world that promised to protect you suddenly couldn’t?

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When I Became More Than a Son

Before the disaster, I was only known as Itzel, a quiet boy from Tenochtitlan. I helped my father at the market, carried baskets of maize, and stayed in the background. I believed heroes were born strong, chosen by the gods, not ordinary people like me. Have you ever felt invisible, as if your life would never change? I felt like that every day.

The rains began during the season of offerings to Tlaloc. At first, everyone celebrated. Rain meant crops, food, and life. But soon, the rain refused to stop. The water in Lake Texcoco rose higher than anyone had seen before. Canals overflowed, streets disappeared, and fear spread faster than the water itself. People whispered: Were the gods warning us?

One night, the ground shook violently. Stone paths cracked, and wooden bridges broke apart. In the confusion, I lost sight of my family. I stood frozen while people screamed and ran. What would you have done—wait and hope, or move and risk everything? When I saw a young child slipping into the dark water, my body moved before my fear could stop it. I jumped in, coughing and struggling, and pushed the child toward a floating basket. My arms burned, but I didn’t let go.

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When I Became More Than a Son

Before the disaster, I was only known as Itzel, a quiet boy from Tenochtitlan. I helped my father at the market, carried baskets of maize, and stayed in the background. I believed heroes were born strong, chosen by the gods, not ordinary people like me. Have you ever felt invisible, as if your life would never change? I felt like that every day.

The rains began during the season of offerings to Tlaloc. At first, everyone celebrated. Rain meant crops, food, and life. But soon, the rain refused to stop. The water in Lake Texcoco rose higher than anyone had seen before. Canals overflowed, streets disappeared, and fear spread faster than the water itself. People whispered: Were the gods warning us?

One night, the ground shook violently. Stone paths cracked, and wooden bridges broke apart. In the confusion, I lost sight of my family. I stood frozen while people screamed and ran. What would you have done—wait and hope, or move and risk everything? When I saw a young child slipping into the dark water, my body moved before my fear could stop it. I jumped in, coughing and struggling, and pushed the child toward a floating basket. My arms burned, but I didn’t let go.

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Whispers Beneath the Sand

I never thought a school exchange trip could turn into a fight for survival. When we arrived in Cairo, everything felt exciting and confusing at the same time. The streets were full of noise, colors, and secrets. Our guide kept saying that Egypt was a land of stories, but I didn’t understand what he meant until the disaster happened.

A few days later, we traveled outside the city to explore an ancient area near the desert. While walking close to old ruins, I noticed strange symbols carved into a wall, almost hidden by sand. No one else seemed to care. Before I could ask about them, the ground suddenly shook. A low, angry sound filled the air, and part of the site collapsed. Dust covered the sky, and people started screaming. I was separated from my group in seconds.

When the dust slowly settled, I realized I was trapped in a narrow underground passage. My phone had no signal, and the light was fading. Fear pressed against my chest, but I remembered stories about ancient Egyptians building tunnels and escape routes. The carvings on the wall looked similar to the ones I had seen earlier. They seemed to point in one direction, like a silent message from the past.

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Whispers Beneath the Sand

I never thought a school exchange trip could turn into a fight for survival. When we arrived in Cairo, everything felt exciting and confusing at the same time. The streets were full of noise, colors, and secrets. Our guide kept saying that Egypt was a land of stories, but I didn’t understand what he meant until the disaster happened.

A few days later, we traveled outside the city to explore an ancient area near the desert. While walking close to old ruins, I noticed strange symbols carved into a wall, almost hidden by sand. No one else seemed to care. Before I could ask about them, the ground suddenly shook. A low, angry sound filled the air, and part of the site collapsed. Dust covered the sky, and people started screaming. I was separated from my group in seconds.

When the dust slowly settled, I realized I was trapped in a narrow underground passage. My phone had no signal, and the light was fading. Fear pressed against my chest, but I remembered stories about ancient Egyptians building tunnels and escape routes. The carvings on the wall looked similar to the ones I had seen earlier. They seemed to point in one direction, like a silent message from the past.