Mother Ceres: Children of the Revolution | Volume 1 and 2

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• Shallow Seeds — Chapter 21

  At the geometric center of the city of Ceres, where the corridors of power are lined with polished concrete and institutional silence, stands the National Office of Development Intelligence. Among…

• Dark Gray — Chapter 22

  Under the dull afternoon of the following day, Mother Ceres’s military funeral was held.

• Routine— Chapter 22

  Five days after the attack, classes were suspended and a curfew was imposed. The students remained in their dormitories. The Ceres Army established a headquarters in the courtyard of College S,…

• About the Author and the Work

  My name is Alexandre Queiroz , but I write and create under the name Ale Roz — @aleroz .

• Mother Ceres - Volume 2

  Human beings, afraid of the dark, scarcity, and the uncertainty of tomorrow, create ideologies. Ideologies are born as almost mystical centers that attempt to explain how justice, the economy,…

• Volume 2: Nuts, Peaches and Honey — Part 1

  Continuation of the story of the delivery of the white cocoon:

• Volume 2: Nuts, Peaches and Honey — Part 2

  The morning was soft and warm.

• Volume 2: Nuts, Peaches and Honey — Part 3 — Final

  On the armored train coming from Oplan, Alac Bilac — general of the nation of Oplan — had never lost a single war. He was heading toward the central tower of the city of Ceres, accompanied by his…

• Volume 2: Nest of Snakes — Part 1

  Those eyes so large on a baby, pale skin, the blue eyes that had belonged to Assum — her name was Ceres. All the surrogate mothers, the mothers who had lost their children during childbirth or…

• Volume 2: Nest of Snakes — Part 2

  At school, Ceres’s development was marked by absolute isolation. She never got involved with other students — no friendships, no alliances. Any attempt at physical contact was met with immediate…

• Volume 2: Nest of Snakes — Part 3 Final

  The children of Ceres enter Silencium, where sound does not exist. Entering this territory is like entering a dream — or a nightmare. Our screams cannot be heard; it is as if time itself stops. The…

• Volume 2: Responsibility Above All — Part 1

  The smaller auditorium was silent, except for the rustling of pages and the distant creaking of wooden chairs. Three classes shared the space, arranged in impeccable rows. The teacher watched every…

• Volume 2: Fragmented section - still in development 1

  After weeks hospitalized at the Ceres Medical Center, Theo finally returned. Dark, however, was in no better condition—wounded and devastated by the violent fight in which Theo, in a fit of rage,…

• Volume 2: Fragmented Part — Still in Development 2

  In the humid silence of the locker rooms, each one alone, the fight still ran through their veins.

• Volume 2: Fragmented Part — Still in Development 3 — Final

  She did not punish sex — even when it resulted in pregnancy. Pietà, despite protecting all mothers, was frightening in its logic: hell inside paradise.

• Volume 2: Routine and Logic — Part 1

  Gris walked through the silent corridors of the full-time school, the rhythmic sound of combat boots striking against the cold floor. The air carried that smell of iron and chalk that never left the…

• Volume 2: Routine and Logic — Part 2 — Final

  The corridor of Ceres Central College dawned beneath artificial dew, the floor still damp and the light far too white. There was a suspended silence before the siren. Theo walked slowly, his arm…

• Volume 2: Your Own Image, Your Own Likeness

  The Mother Ceres Tower rose like a monolith of black glass, reflecting the sky and the city below. In the central seat , surrounded by a 360° view of Ceres, she watched every point of her domain,…

• Volume 2: Poison on the Tracks

  The armored train cut through the streets of Ceres like a silent blade of steel. Black glass windows protected the passengers, but did not conceal the magnitude of the city. Fidel, immaculate in his…

• Vollume 2: The Call of Mother Ceres

  The cafeteria still smelled of coffee when the commotion began. It was routine for the military school to turn any spark into a spectacle; that day was no different. Theo walked with his tray in his…