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We've all been there. You're invited to a dinner party and you want to arrive armed with a wine that will impress the host and thrill the other guests.No one wants to bring the one destined to be the last (unopened) bottle standing at the end of the night, perhaps relegated to cooking wine. We guarantee these drops hit the beverage bullseye and please a diverse crowd – every time.
PARTY STARTERS
Grower champagne
Champagne is a must at every dinner party, and Champagne Laherte Freres Blanc de Blancs Brut Nature NV from Epernay, France, is always a favourite (without the ridiculous price tag). The creator of this effervescent biodynamic beauty is Aurelien Laherte. In 2007, he assumed control of his family's land and began producing artisanal champagne. If you consume it at the start, middle, or end of the meal, you will start singing along. The alcohol content is 12.5%. A respectable sum to pay for an exotic bird like this, especially if you're gathering for a special event, is $110 at good wine merchants and Dan Murphy's.)
Pet nat
The petulant naturel (natural sparkling wine) you select will determine the mood of your night of fun. A doozy from Tumbarumba, NSW, the MADA Wines 2021 Petillant Naturel (12 percent alcohol, $30, madawines.com.au). The citrus explosion's head-snapping flavor epitomizes the phrase "party starter."
The Other Right 2021 Bright Young Thing White Pet Nat (12.6 percent alcohol, $36 on differentdrop.com) by winemaker Alex Schulkin is the best pet nat around. Israeli-born Schulkin practices pet nat in his shed in the Adelaide Hills when he isn't working as a scientist at the Australian Wine Research Institute. His incredible selection of wild wines elevates the term "natural" in the wine world. theotherrightwines.com
Conversation piece
Wine labels are legitimate pieces of art, and some daring manufacturers utilise them to make statements about the state of the world. The right bottle can spark discussion at the dinner table and provoke contemplation. You have a good chance of captivating (or at least educating) your audience if you can speak passionately about a wine.
You don't have to go technical (how boring), but if you are aware of a producer's history, the significance of a label, the grape variety, or the region where the wine is produced, the beverage transforms into a narrative.
With his F—- Him line of wines, young West Australian winemaker Nic Peterkin doesn't hesitate to tackle the important subjects. What began with a chardonnay label critical of Donald Trump has evolved into a line of rosé and pet nat wines featuring Vladimir Putin's head. The wines were produced to show support for the Ukrainian people and are made available for bottling when they became available. Peterkin contributes money to the Ukrainian Red Cross Appeal. Visit lasvino.com to sign up for L.A.S. Vino release notifications.
STUNNING WHITES
Astoundingly affordable
Great wine doesn't have to break the bank, and Mildura's MANDI produces exhilarating, futuristic Riverland drops without giving you a heart attack. The MANDI 2021 Pinot Grigio is a great value and goes with just about anything (12.5 percent alcohol, $22, mdi.wine) and is sure to please everyone. You simply cannot go wrong with the lean, interesting, and equally delicious MANDI 2021 Mandi Friulano ($25, 11.8% alcohol). Right now, Mildura is a hot spot.
Shining star
When your mailing list is completely subscribed, you know you're producing quality content. In the Strzelecki Ranges of Gippsland, Patrick Sullivan and his wife Megan own a farm where they also produce wine. If you can find them, these droplets have a mesmerising quality. Wine retailers like Blackhearts and Sparrows ($84, blackheartsandsparrows.com.au) and The Prince Bottle Shop carry the Patrick Sullivan 2021 Bull Swamp Chardonnay (theprincebottleshop.com.au). Beautiful and boastful.
French fancy
Chablis is the wine of choice for French Wine Centre owner Jono Hersey. I find myself dependent on my beloved chablis because Burgundy is so extremely uncommon and getting more and more expensive, he says. The Domaine Paul Nicolle Chablis Vieilles Vignes ($70; frenchwinecentre.com) is incredibly traditional and embodies everything I adore about chablis.
The right bank of the Serein River is home to Fleys, where Domaine Paul Nicolle was born. "It is a beautiful cross of citrus and orchard fruit in a traditional manner with structure. These folks have done a great job of keeping a wonderful jaw-clenching tension in the more recent warmer vintages."
LEFT OF CENTRE
Iconic orange
Want to dazzle a group of hip wine enthusiasts? Radikon should carry it out. These seductive orange wines are bound in history. They are produced in Oslavia, Italy (in the Isonzo region of Friuli), and the late Stanko Radikon, who established the brand and a devoted fanbase, brought attention to these exquisite, complex orange wines. Sasa, the current manager, still does dialed-up skin-contact drops. Radikon's son. Both the Radikon 2020 Slatnik (13.5% alcohol, $86) and the Radikon 2017 Jakot ($86, differentdrop.com) are standouts. radikon.it
REMARKABLE REDS
Go, go, Gamay
Unquestionably well-liked and a secure bet if you desire a red wine in the light- to mid-weight range, Beaujolais is. Beaujolais is a charming little region in France where gamay grapes are typically used to make wine. Australia also produces some seductive gamay that is farmed and made there. My go-to beverage is the Sinapius 2021 Esme (12% alcohol, $38, sinapius.com.au). The wine hums with vitality and energy because the fruit was estate-grown and hand-picked in Pipers Brook, Tasmania. Simply so slurpy.
The newcomer
Scanlon is a very new wine company (winemaker Harry Scanlon's first releases were in 2020), yet the young winemaker has a lot of expertise, sage teachers, and an old soul. Scanlon got his start working for the late Taras Ochota (of Ochota Barrels), and he now makes a living at Ashton Hills among the masters of pinot noir, including the great Stephen George.
His young, successful brand carries his name. The fruit originates from the magnificent Piccadilly Valley vineyard owned by his family, and his grower father Justin assisted in making the wines. With its distinct individuality, the Scanlon 2021 Pinot Noir (13% alcohol, $39, scanlonwines.com) practically begs for a seat at the table. Beautiful and incredibly affordable.
MAKE A SPLASH
The classic
With good reason, Yarra Yering winemaker Sarah Crowe is ecstatic about her 2020 Underhill Shiraz (13.5% alcohol, $125, yarrayering.com). The 2020 vintage, in her words, is a "classic Yarra" kind of vintage. I simply adore the scent, the silkiness, the perfume, the lovely medium weight, and the spice.

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Not: Yapımların sıralaması, IMDb puanına göre; en düşükten en yükseğe doğru yapılmıştır.
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Not-2: Üzgünüz ama konumuzun IMDb sıralamasıyla uzaktan yakından alakası yoktur...
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Dizi özetleri için beyazperde, Netflix ve Rotten Tomatoes kaynak olarak kullanılmıştır.
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1. Valeria (2020 - ...)
   
2. Valeria (2020 - ...)
   

IMDb: 6,2
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Valeria, işinde ve evliliğinde sorunlar yaşayan genç bir kadının hikâyesini konu ediyor. Yazar olan Valeria, kariyerinde sorunlar yaşamaktadır. Ancak onun hayatındaki tek sorun da bu değildir. Kocası ile de sıkıntılı bir süreçten geçen Valeria, hayatını yoluna sokmak için ne yapması gerektiğini bilemez. Genç kadın bu süreçte en yakın arkadaşları olan Carmen, Lola ve Nerea'ya sığınır. Sevgi, dostluk, kıskançlık, sadakatsizlik, iş, aşk, gelecek hakkında gelgitler yaşayan Valeria ve arkadaşları, tüm zorlukların üstesinden birlikte gelmeye çalışır.
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1. What/If (2019 - ...)
   
2. What/If (2019 - ...)
   

IMDb: 6,3
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What / If, 'Revenge' dizisinin yaratıcısı Mike Kelley tarafından ekrana taşınıyor. Her bölümde farklı bir hikâyeyi takip eden dizinin başrolünde Renee Zellweger bulunurken yürütücü yapımcı kadrosunda Robert Zemeckis, Mike Kelley, Melissa Loy, Alex Gartner, Charles Rovin ve Jack Rapke gibi isimler görev yapıyor.
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1. White Lines (2020 - ...)
   
2. White Lines (2020 - ...)
   

IMDb: 6,5
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White Lines, yıllar önce Ibiza'dan kaybolan ünlü bir DJ olan erkek kardeşinin gizemli ölümünü çözmeye çalışan bir kadının hikâyesini konu ediyor. İşinde oldukça başarılı olan bir DJ, Ibiza’da esrarengiz bir şekilde ortadan kaybolur. Aradan geçen 20 yılın ardından kaybolan DJ’in cesedi ortaya çıkar. Kardeşinin kaybolmasından beri onun peşine düşen genç kadın, kardeşinin cesedinin bulunmasının ardından olayın perde arkasını öğrenmeye karar verir. Araştırma yapmak için İspanyol adasına giden kadın, burada bilmediği bir dünyaya adım atar ve kendi karakterinin karanlık tarafıyla yüzleşmek zorunda kalır.
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1. Freud (2020 - ...)
   
2. Freud (2020 - ...)
   

IMDb: 6,6
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Kariyerinde zorluklarla karşılaşan ve kokain bağımlısı olan S. Freud, kendini önce korkunç bir suçun, sonra da büyüleyici bir medyumun yürüttüğü özel bir seansın içerisinde bulur.
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1. Otto no chinpo ga hairanai (2019 - ...)
   
2. Otto no chinpo ga hairanai (2019 - ...)
   

IMDb: 6,7
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Üniversiteli sevgililer, evlenir ve birlikte bir hayata başlar; ancak ilişkileri nadir görülen bir durumdan dolayı sekteye uğrar.
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1. Hot Girls Wanted: Turned On (2017 - ...)
   
2. Hot Girls Wanted: Turned On (2017 - ...)
   

IMDb: 6,7
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Ünlü oyuncu Rashida Jones'un yapımcılığını yaptığı porno endüstrisindeki kadınların yaşadıkları hikâyeleri gözler önüne seren Hot Girls Wanted'ın yönetmenleri Jill Bauer ve Ronna Gradus. Film 2015 Sundance Film Festivali'nde prömiyerini yaptı.
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1. She's Gotta Have It (2017 - 2019)
   
2. She's Gotta Have It (2017 - 2019)
   

IMDb: 6,7
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Brooklyn'de yaşayan, zamanını dostları ve işi ile geçiren Nola Darling üç aşığı ile uğraşmaktadır. Kendini beğenmiş kibirli bir adam olan Greer Childs, ataerkil yönleri baskın gelen Jamie Overstreet ve sempatik fakat çocuksu bir komedyen olan Mars Blackmon Nola'yı cezbetmek için ellerinden geleni yapacaktır.
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1. Sex, Explained (2020 - ...)
   
2. Sex, Explained (2020 - ...)
   

IMDb: 6,9
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Cazibe biyolojisinden tutun doğum kontrolünün tarihine kadar cinsellikle ilgili her şeyi, bu eğlenceli ve aydınlatıcı dizide keşfedeceksiniz.
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1. Gypsy (2017)
   
2. Gypsy (2017)
   

IMDb: 6,9
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Jean Holloway, orta yaşlarında olan bir psikologdur. Kocası Michael ve kızları Dolly ile mutlu bir hayatı vardır. Başarılı bir psikolog olan Jane, hasta doktor sınırını aşar ve etik olmayan bir biçimde zaman zaman hastalarını manipüle eder. Hastalarının hayatlarını etkileyen kişilerle iletişime geçerek onların hayatını değiştiren Jane için artık sınırlar ortadan kalkmıştır.
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1. Easy (2016 - ...)

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1. Easy (2016 - ...)

IMDb: 6,9
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Joe Swanberg tarafından oluşturulan ve komedi antolojisi olan 'Easy' bir grup insanın hayatını konu ediyor. Chicago’da yaşayan insanların günümüz aşk, cinsellik, teknoloji ve kültür kavramlarını sorgulayışları anlatılıyor. Sekiz bölümden oluşan ve yarım saat süren dizinini oyuncu kadrosunda Orlando Bloom, Malin Akerman, Dave Franco, Jane Adams, Gugu Mbatha-Raw, Michael Chernus, Marc Maron, Elizabeth Reaser, Jake Johnson, Aubrey Plaza, Judy Greer, Zazie Beetz, Kate Berlant yer alıyor.
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1. The Society (2019 - ...)
   
2. The Society (2019 - ...)
   

IMDb: 7,0
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The Society, gizemli bir şekilde zengin New England kasabasına tıpa tıp benzeyen başka bir yere gönderilen bir grup gencin hikâyesini konu ediyor. Gençler, yaşadıkları kasabanın benzeri olan bu yerde ailelere dair hiçbir ize rastlamaz. Başlarına gelenlere anlam vermeye çalışan gençler eve ve ailelerinin yanına dönmenin yolunu arar. Ancak her şeyden önemlisi öncelikle hayatta kalmanın yolunu bulmaları gerekir.
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1. Wanderlust (2018 - ...)
   
2. Wanderlust (2018 - ...)
   

IMDb: 7,0
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Wanderlust, ilişkilerini canlandırmaya çalışan evli bir çiftin hikâyesini konu ediyor. Genç bir kadın olan Joy Richards, başarılı bir terapisttir. Yıllardır birlikte olan Joy ve eşi Alan birbirlerini çok sevseler de cinsel hayatlarında problem yaşamaktadır. Çift, solan cinsel hayatlarına renk katmak için açık ilişki yaşamaya karar verir. Başkaları ile çıkmaya başlayan Joy ve Alan, ilişkilerini kurtarabilecek midir?
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1. Riverdale (2017 - ...)
   
2. Riverdale (2017 - ...)
   

IMDb: 7,0
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Archie çizgi romanlarının ana karakterleri Archie, Betty ve Veronica'yı merkezine taşıyan dizi, küçük bir kasaba olan Riverdale'in uzaktan görünen sessiz sakin halinin altında yatan karanlığa odaklanıyor.
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1. Perfume (2018 - ...)
   
2. Perfume (2018 - ...)
   

IMDb: 7,1
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Parfume, kusursuz kokuyu yaratmak için bir dizi cinayet işleyen katilin peşine düşen dedektiflerin hikâyesini konu ediyor. Genç bir kadının bulunan cesedi semtte büyük bir panik yaratır. Cinayete kurban giden kadının cesedi koku bezleri vücudundan kesilip alınmış bir halde bulunur. Soruşturmaya atanan profil uzmanı bir dedektif ve ekibi, vakit kaybetmeden olay mahallini incelemeye başlar. Elde edilen ipuçları dedektifleri civardaki yatılı okulda okuyan bir grup öğrenciye götürür. Dedektifler, daha fazla cinayet işlenmeden asıl amacı kusursuz kokuyu yaratmak olan katili bulabilecek midir?
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1. You Me Her (2016 - ...)
   
2. You Me Her (2016 - ...)
   

IMDb: 7,1
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Seks hayatlarını sıkıcı bulmaya başlayan genç çift, aradıkları heyecanı eskort bir kızda bulunca işler içinden çıkılmaz bir hal almaya başlar. Zira karı koca, aynı kıza abayı yakmak üzeredirler.
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1. O sabor das margaridas (2018 - 2020)
   
2. O sabor das margaridas (2018 - 2020)
   

IMDb: 7,2
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Genç bir dedektif olan Rosa Vargas, ilk davasında bir kayıp vakasını araştırmakla görevlendirilir. Genç bir kızın kaybolmasını soruşturmak için küçük bir Galiçya kasabasına gelen Rosa, yerel polis memurlarının yardımları ile davayı araştırmaya başlar. Yerel polis memurları, birbirlerine sıkı sıkıya bağlı insanların yaşadığı kasabada bu tip olaylara pek rastlanmadığı için, kızın kayıp olmadığını, kendi isteği ile şehri terk ettiğini düşünmektedir. Ancak araştırmada iyice derinlere inan dedektif Rosa, birçok kadın cesedine ulaşır. Yaşanan cinayetleri çözmek ve kayıp kızı bulmak için gece gündüz çalışan Rosa’nın bu davayla ilgilenmesinin bir nedeni de geçmişi ile olan bağlantısıdır.
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1. Luke Cage (2016 - 2018)
   
2. Luke Cage (2016 - 2018)
   

IMDb: 7,3
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Hapishanede geçirdiği günlerde üzerinde uygulanan deneyler sonucu Luke Cage; her türlü darbeye ve sıcaklığa karşı dayanıklı bir deri, iyileşme yeteneği ile süper insan gücüne sahip bir karakterdir.
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1. Plan Coeur (2018 - ...)

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1. Plan Coeur (2018 - ...)

IMDb: 7,4
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Aşk Planı, müzmin bekar Elsa'nın yaşamına odaklanıyor. Parisli genç bir kadın olan Elsa, ayrıldığı sevgilisini bir türlü unutamaz. Aşkta olan şanssızlığından usanan Elsa artık öz güvenini kaybedecek duruma gelir. Bu süreçte Elsa'nın en büyük destekçisi Charlotte ve Emilie olur. Arkadaşlarının öz güvenini yeniden inşa etmeyi planlayan Charlotte ve Emilie, bunun için bir plan yapar. Elsa için erkek escort tutan Charlotte ve Emilie'nin planları beklediklerinden de iyi bir sonuç verir.
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1. Secret Diary of a Call Girl (2007 - 2011)
   
2. Secret Diary of a Call Girl (2007 - 2011)
   

IMDb: 7,4
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Belle de Jour isimli bir telekızın blog ve kitaplarından esinlenerek ortaya çıkan dizi, üst düzey bir telekız ajansında çalışan ve paraya para demeyen Belle'in maceralarını anlatıyor. Birçok ilginç müşteri profili ile tanıştığımız kimi zaman eğlenceli kimi zaman düşündüren dizi tam dört sezon yayınlandı.
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1. Gossip Girl (2007 - 2012)
   
2. Gossip Girl (2007 - 2012)
   

IMDb: 7,4
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New York'un yukarı yakasında yaşayan, doğuştan şanslı bir grup lise öğrencisinin lüks hayatlarını, aşklarını, ayrılıklarını dedikoducu bir blog üzerinden aktaran dizi, anlattığı hikâyeler kadar, dizide kullanılan kıyafetler ve aksesuarlarla da dikkat çekiyor, adeta kendi modasını yaratıyor.
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1. Dogs of Berlin (2018 - ...)

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1. Dogs of Berlin (2018 - ...)

IMDb: 7,5
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Birbirinden farklı karakterlerde olan iki polis dedektifi, istemeseler de birlikte çalışmak zorunda kalır. İkili, onları kendi insani zayıflıkları ve suç eylemleriyle yüzleştiren Berlin yeraltı suç örgütüyle savaşmak ve kanunun gerçekte hangi tarafında olduklarına dair son kararı vermek zorundadır.
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1. Elite (2018 - ...)

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1. Elite (2018 - ...)

IMDb: 7,6
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Elite, ülkenin en seçkin okuluna gitmeye hak kazanan işçi sınıfından üç gencin hikâyesini konu ediyor. Las Encinas, İspanya’nın en seçkin okullarından biridir. Ülkede yaşanan bir deprem pek çok okulun yıkılmasına neden olur. Açıkta kalan çocuklar bölgedeki diğer okullara dağıtılmaya başlayınca, işçi sınıfı ailelerden gelen üç çocuk da Las Encinas’a kabul edilir. Gençler başlarda bu durumu büyük bir şans olarak görür. Ancak çok geçmeden yanıldıklarını anlarlar. Kaybedecek hiçbir şeyi olmayan üç genç ile her şeye sahip olan okulun zengin öğrencileri arasında büyük bir çatışma başlar. Sınıf arkadaşlarından birinin ölü bulunması ise ortamı iyice karıştırır. Polis tüm öğrencileri sorgudan geçirir. Peki suçlu ya da suçlular kimdir?
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1. Scandal (2012 - 2018)
   
2. Scandal (2012 - 2018)
   

IMDb: 7,7
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Amerika Başkanlığı'na medya danışmanlığı yapan Olivia Pope’un görevi politik isimlerin sırlarını korumak ve onların ortaya çıkmasını engellemektir. Ancak bir gün bu görevinden ayrılıp kendi işini yapmaya karar verir. Beyaz Saray'dan ayrılmasının ardından kendi şirketini kuran Pope'un işleri, pek de umduğu gibi gitmez. Geçmişi peşini bırakmaz. Kriz yönetimi danışmanlığı veren şirket, başkalarının hayatlarını düzene sokmaya çalışırlarken, kendi hayatının hakimiyetini kaybederler. Politik bir drama olan Scandal, güçlü bir kadın karakteri ön plana taşıyor.
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1. The Vampire Diaries (2009 - 2017)
   
2. The Vampire Diaries (2009 - 2017)
   

IMDb: 7,7
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Bu kasabada her şey olabilir. Ölüp ölüp dirilebilir, bir vampir olabilir, bir cadının büyüsüne maruz kalabilir, hatta kurt adamlara kendinizi kaptırabilirsiniz. Çünkü burası Mystic Falls. Kısa bir süre önce ailesini kaybeden Elena ve kardeşi teyzeleri ile yaşamaya başlarlar. Ama işler sanıldığı kadar sakin ilerlemeyecektir. Stefan'ın kasabaya dönmesiyle başlayan olaylar zinciri, gün geçtikçe gizemin ve aksiyonun dozunu arttırarak devam eder.
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1. You (2018 - ...)
   
2. You (2018 - ...)
   

IMDb: 7,8
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Zeki bir New York'lu olan Joe, bir kitapçı işletmektedir. Bir gün kitapçıya gelen Beck, Joe’nun ayaklarını yerden keser. Joe, ilk görüşte Beck’e âşık olmuştur. Joe, sevdiği kızın kalbini kazanmak için her şeyi yapmaya hazırdır. Beck’i elde etmek için teknolojiyi kullanmaya başlayan ve onu her yerde takip eden Joe’nun takıntılı tavırları Beck’in en yakın arkadaşı Peach’i şüphelendirse de ona engel olamaz. Joe, sonunda Beck’in takipçisi olmaktan çıkıp erkek arkadaşı olmayı başarır. Ancak Joe'nun takıntılı hali artarak devam edince, işler içinden çıkılmaz bir hal almaya başlar.
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1. The Naked Director (2019 - ...)
   
2. The Naked Director (2019 - ...)
   

IMDb: 7,9
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1980'lerde Japonya'da kararlı bir adam, her fırsatı çok iyi değerlendirerek porno sektörüne damga vurdu. Adı Toru Muranishi'ydi ve endüstride kapsamlı olaran nitelikli bir devrim yaptı.
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1. Carnival Row (2019 - ...)

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1. Carnival Row (2019 - ...)

IMDb: 7,9
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Zaman olarak gelecekte geçen dizi, insanların ve diğer her türlü yaratığın bir arada yaşadığı Burgue isimli şehirdeki seri katil terörünü konu alacak.
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1. The Borgias (2011 - 2013)

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1. The Borgias (2011 - 2013)

IMDb: 7,9
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Hristiyan dünyasının merkezinde, Rönesans kadınlarının tam ortasında 1492'nin İtalya'sında büyük gücün sahibi papalık ailesi Borgia'ların ihanetle, hırsla, aşkla, şehvetle, savaşla, ölümle dolu hayatları... Borgia Hanedanı’nın reisi Rodrigo Borgia’nın papalık tahtına çıkışı ve taht sürecini izlediğimiz dizi Macaristan'da çekiliyor ve karakterlerini de hikâyesini de gerçek hayattan alıyor. Roma'yı yıllarca yöneten, tarihin en ilgi çeken ailelerinden biri olan Borgia'lar, bir tarihi drama ile televizyonlara konuk oluyor.
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1. Jessica Jones (2015 - 2019)
   
2. Jessica Jones (2015 - 2019)
   

IMDb: 8,0
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Kimyasal bir sızıntı sonucu Jessica Jones, insanüstü bir güce ve dirence, ek olarak da ses hızına yakın hızlarda uçma yeteneğine sahip olur.
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1. How to Get Away with Murder (2014 - 2020)
   
2. How to Get Away with Murder (2014 - 2020)
   

IMDb: 8,1
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Bir grup hırslı hukuk öğrencisi ile onların kriminal savunma derslerine giren gizemli profesörleri; hem kendi hayatlarını değiştirecek, hem de tüm üniversiteyi çalkalayacak bir cinayet davasına karışırlar.
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1. Orange Is the New Black (2013 - 2019)
   
2. Orange Is the New Black (2013 - 2019)
   

IMDb: 8,1
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Piper Chapman, güzel bir hayata, iyi bir sevgiliye, anlayışlı bir aileye sahip genç bir kadındır. Üniversite yıllarında işlediği bir suç yüzünden konforlu hayatından uzaklaşarak hapse girer. Hapishane hayatı Piper’ın düşlediğinden bambaşkadır. Dört duvar arasındaki yeni hayatına alışmaya çalışan Piper, başlarda zorlansa da yavaş yavaş hapishane kültürünü öğrenmeye başlar. Hapishanedeki diğer mahkumlarla beklenmedik dostluklar kuran genç kadın, bu zamana kadar hayatında inandığı her şeyi sorgulamaya başlar.
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1. The Tudors (2007 - 2010)
   
2. The Tudors (2007 - 2010)
   

IMDb: 8,1
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Sinirli yapısı, inatçı tavırları ve aşklarıyla İngiltere tarihine adını yazdıran VIII. Henry, tutkulu aşkı Anne Boleyn sonrası içine düştüğü boşluğu sarayın güzel kadınlarından Jane Seymour ile gideriyor. Yaşı iyice ilerlediği için tahtın varisi olacak erkek bir evlat sahibi olmak her şeyden daha önemli. Fakat ülkenin atmosferi Henry'nin aşk maceralarını bekleyemeyecek kadar karışık; zira halk, Kral’a karşı isyan etme hazırlığında... Jonathan Ryhs Meyers’ı VIII. Henry olarak izlediğimiz The Tudors, İngiliz Kraliyet hanedanın entrikalarını, aşk oyunlarını ve politik çekişmelerini ekranlara taşıyor.
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1. Skins (2007 - 2013)
   
2. Skins (2007 - 2013)
   

IMDb: 8,2
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İngiltere'nin Bristol kentindeki bir grup genç arasında gelişen çetrefilli olaylar, bu drama dizisinde kadraja alınıyor.
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1. The Witcher (2019 - ...)
   
2. The Witcher (2019 - ...)
   

IMDb: 8,3
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The Witcher'ın fantastik hikâyesinde, yüzyılı aşkın süredir bir arada yaşayan insanlar, cüceler ve elfler arasındaki barış sona erer ve yeni bir ırklar arası savaş patlak verir. The Witcher olarak nam salan acımasız suikastçı Geralt of Rivia, vadedilen çocuğun doğumunu beklemektedir. Bu çocuk dünyanın tüm dengesini değiştirecek güce sahiptir.
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1. Sex Education (2019 - ...)
   
2. Sex Education (2019 - ...)
   

IMDb: 8,3
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Oldukça içine kapanık bir çocuk olan Otis, okulun ezik denilen tiplerindendir. Seks terapisti olan anne ve babası sayesinde seks konusunda oldukça bilgili olan Otis, bu bilgiyi okulun sıra dışı kızı Maeve'in teklifi ile değerlendirmeye başlar. O artık, liseli gençlerin gelip dert yandığı ve sorunlarını çözdüğü bir terapisttir. Peki ya Otis'in sorunlarını kim çözecek?
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1. Sense8 (2015 - 2018)

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1. Sense8 (2015 - 2018)

IMDb: 8,3
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Wachowski Kardeşler'in 10 bölüm olarak planan dizisi, dünyanın 8 farklı yerinde yaşayan ve gizemli bir şekilde birbirleriyle bağlantıları olan 8 ayrı kişiyi merkezine alacak. Birleşik Krallık, Seoul, Mumbai, Nairobi, Berlin, Mexico City, San Francisco ve Chicago’yu mesken tutacak Sense8; her bölümde buralarda yaşayan bir karakteri yakından tanıtacak. Bu 8 kişiden bazıları bir araya gelmeye çabalarken, bazıları ise birbirini öldürmeye çalışacak.
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1. Vis a vis (2015 - 2019)
   
2. Vis a vis (2015 - 2019)
   

IMDb: 8,3
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Vis a Vis, erkek arkadaşına olan bağlılığı sonucu kendisini bilmediği bir dünyanın içinde bulan genç bir kadının hikâyesini konu ediyor. Naif bir kadın olan Macerena Ferreiro’nun patronuna âşık olması, genç kadının hayatının alt üst olmasına neden olur. Onun adama olan bu bağlılığı, Macerena’nın kendisini demir parmaklıklar ardında bulmasına neden olur. Sevdiği adam tarafından zimmetine para geçirmesi için kandırılan kadın, çok geçmeden yakalanarak Cruz del Sur hapishanesine gönderilir. 7 yıl hapis cezası alan Macarena, dahil olduğu bu acımasız dünyada hayatta kalmak için zorlu bir mücadele verir.
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1. Outlander (2014 - ...)
   
2. Outlander (2014 - ...)
   

IMDb: 8,4
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1945 yılında yaşayan, evli bir savaş hemşiresi olan Claire Randall; gizemli bir şekilde 1743 yılına yolculuk eder ve romantik bir İskoç savaşçısı olan Jamie Fraser ile evlenmek zorunda kalır. Claire zamanla Jamie’ye bir şeyler hissetmeye başlayacak ve iki farklı zamandan, iki farklı erkek arasında kalacaktır. Aşk, bilim-kurgu, tarih ve maceranın tek bir hikâyede buluşması olarak tanımlanan Outlander; Diana Gabaldon’ın aynı isimli çok satılan kitabından uyarlandı.
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1. Daredevil (2015 - 2018)
   
2. Daredevil (2015 - 2018)
   

IMDb: 8,6
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Görme yetisini kaybetmiş olan Avukat Matt Murdock'ın diğer duyuları diğer insanlardan daha fazla gelişmiştir. Murdock suçsuz insanları başarıyla savunmasının yanı sıra, geceleri Daredevil kimliğiyle şehri kötülerden ve suçlulardan korumaktadır.
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1. Shameless (2011 - ...)
   
2. Shameless (2011 - ...)
   

IMDb: 8,6
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Bir aile düşünün; her bir ferdi bir başka pis işe bulaşmış olsun. Alkolik bir baba ve yaşları 2'den 20'ye uzanan 6 çocuk, terk edip giden bir anne... Shameless bu karanlık tablodan sıkı bir dram yerine, trajikomik bir hikâye çıkarmayı başarıyor. En büyük kardeş Fiona'nın ayakta tutmaya çalıştığı ailesi, her geçen gün biraz daha uçuruma sürüklenirken, işler bir türlü düzelmek bilmiyor.

Kondom Çeşitleri & Kondom Fiyatları

I am a newborn.
11th of my bloodline, I came to be within a family of settles, too powerful to be poor, too poor to be powerful, I'm the first male son born since we came to this blue marble, I draw my first lungful of air surrounded not by those who loved me, but by machines and chirurgeons, they examine my limbs and inwards in invasive ways, I cried and felt pain and fear and cold and... there is disapproval in their eyes, they found me...wanting.
I am mesmerized.
It was my 5th birthday when I finally could touch the sea, endless and all powerful, it covered most of the world my family now calls home, an azure blue of chaotic movement and repeating pattern that was engraved on my very being, my young mind couldn't comprehend its pattern but yet I was attracted to it, I could hear my name echoing just beneath the waves in a tone I thought impossible to hear.
That night, I dream of diving into that underverse as far as my breath could take, the currents guided me ever deeper to waters somehow destined to me and me alone, but the deeps were too dark and the water too cold, I wish that I could endure it, but I had not, the morning after, I awaken from this dream with the news that I was to embark in a strange ship destined to go beyond the horizon.
I am a student.
My father sent me out of our home world to study in the best school he could afford. For the first time in my life, I could see my home world as it was with my own eyes, a vast blue marble with nine tenths of its surface covered by nothing but that impossible vast ocean. Within this ship, harsh tutors and a personal physician was all that would keep me company and healthy, beyond them, everything was alien to me.
I am not enough.
In the capital of our sector, there were no second chances, students are expelled for every new test made, most of them are flogged in public before they marched out in disgrace of the Schola´s gates, I have no family or friends here, in this endless jungle of permacrete and plasteel, I am alone, the grays and neon lights of the hives ofends me, this place is made a chaotic order spawn from propaganda, fear and human flesh , an antonym of the sea that I so much miss, all I have are the endless trials and test made to take my measure, constant mental pressure threats to turn me into the sludge that rain down to the underhives below, my bed is my only respite in this trying days, but even in the comforts of the night I found no peace, as the same dream play again and again, I dream that I dive again into my ocean, but now, I delve too deep into the sea, I cannot reach the surface, there was no air within my lungs, and I'm almost giving in to despair.
I am blessed!
I found the answers that I needed, in my dreams I saw a lighthouse, impossible vast and golden, its purer light pierce the dark waters, illuminating the deeps of the ocean and filling it with teeming life, now I could read the text written upon its tides and hear the music of its patterns, kaleidoscopic fishes fetch me bottled messages left adrift with fragments of wisdom long thogth lost, with an eternal patience, they teach me all that I needed to know, there was no question the Schola's teachers made me I couldn't answer and no trail that was hard to me now, but the booms of the sea goes even beyond, in the sea's floor, I found treasure chests and spoils of wars ready for the plunder, within the safes and chests we not jewelry and gold, but libraries of fates and counter-fates that were now mine to learn, I became master of the present, and student of the future.
I am cursed!
The eyes of envy felt upon me, they denounce me as an impostor and a cheater, the masters of this world had their children flogged because of me, as they couldn't keep up with my connection to the ocean and fell from grace from the Schola, now they demmanded my head in justice for their disgrace, they put me in trial and found me cursed! Those jealous zealots condemned my bloodline for not giving me up to the Black Ships, and now they had to suffer for their crimes.
The lords of the schola wanted me burned at the stake, I dreaded the flames with all my heart and could feel the fire already touching my skin, but that wasn't to be my fate, they would make me into a tool, my family's name would be erased, their faces unremembered, their deeds expunged, their glories unsung, and we all were simply... forgotten.
I am a servitor.
Blinded by light and deaf by the noise, they made me a living part of a machine I knew nothing of, were once I learn of politics and history, now the only lessons given to me were about pain and suffering, my mind was bombarded with bureaucracies and paperwork day and night, a flood of orders and instructions was processed by my brain every single moment, sleep was impossible, and thus the sea couldn't come to me, I saw myself in the moments of the deepest deliriums down the ocean floor in utter darkness, crushed and forgotten, left to be picked apart by the scavanges that hide in the ligthless deeps.
Here, time passed with the speed of mountains, but it passed, eventually, I discover myself not alone in this hell, but one within a circle of damned souls that join fate with me, I could see their shapes and silhouettes against the darkness of this lightless ocean, all linked within this torturous machine, forever bound to serve and to pay for their sins.
I am...something.
I discover myself capable of taking over the hollow husks of those who were trapped within the same machine as me, the burden of concentration found in relaying the capital's orders is lessened the more husks I control, some of those trapped asked to be part of this new whole between their mental screams of pain and collapse of consciousness, others resisted and even tried to fight against me, but eventually, they merge nonetheless, finding in me peace for their torment, the pain was now a mild discomfort and in time, it became nothing.
My original body that carried me to this inferno was long gone, replaced like another component in the machine but yet I remained here, the poor soul that was the replacement of my old body soon join me as well, I became more than the sum of those husks, I made this machine work in unison, in perfect synchronicity within itself, before, the torrential amount of data I had to process was akin to a titanic tsunamis that dragged whole cities to the oceans, but now, was droplets of rain in the calm ocean I reside.
Technicians and priests take care of phisical parts, calling me blessed and holy when they refer to my being, or the machine, in truth, I could tell anymore where the machine ends, and I start. In fact, I question what I am, a servitor? A machine? Pulses within circuitry, the sum of my tasks fulfilled, a frustrated nobleman, an officer that fell from grace, a scholar, a factory worker, an enforcer, a heretic, a priest, a discontent, a thing, a mutant, a scum, a savior, a man? Something lesser or...something greater? Whatever is that I am now, one thing still persists, a thing that was so primordial to me that even now it was present in my mind, the nostalgia of the ocean.
I am enlightened.
I don't merely relay information anymore, I learn, adapt, and I became more, I know now that I was here for at least 300 years, and was my task to relay orders and news to the entirety of this sector, I know the names of all the 48 inhabited planets, 35 temporary colonies and the 143 space installations within the border of this sector, I know their histories, current rulers, noble families, all public, private and classified informations, with pain and effort of my part, I turn all I learn into a grand compilation of mine, the most cohesive and complete reservoir of knowledge that exist within this sector.
Many were those that tried to breach my valts of knowledge, none came close to accessing it and none lived to have a second chance, this library of mine was compiled to serve me and me alone with a single purpose in mind, to find again my homeworld and to bring me back to the ocean I soo much craved for.
I am exploring.
Not myself physically, but with careful study, small changes in budgets and the rearrangement of several minor personnel, I manage to create my own exploration fleet, mostly made of retrofitted civilian vessels, pirate ships still fuming with plasma trails and exposed hulls and three proper military ships.
The state of the disrepair of the local battle fleet is deplorable and the incompetence of those I had to relay the orders made wandering by this sector a dangerous proposition at best, my expedition depart port with a slim chance of achieving its objective, but I did my best with what I had and with those under my command, I sailed the stars veiled not by their distance, but by incompetence and neglect, tens of thousands of worlds were surveyed by my crew, many rich and still uninhabited, others covered in abundant archeotech still to be plundered while entire worlds starved to make the noblemen of the sector capital ever so fat and ever so rich, using my fleet, I saved entire worlds from logistical apocalypses and put several others back to the map, in the 50th year of the expedition, it finally succumbed to the fire of aggressive xenos and renegade pirates, much of the knowledge was salvaged, but there are still no trace of my dear blue marble, judging by the remains of destroyed worlds in the fleet's wake, I fear that my home world was lost in this uncaring galaxy.
I am ready.
Many sectors of bureaucratic nightmares were unmade, entire logistical chains had to be created, booming colonies I turned into hive worlds to supply the manpower for my projects, cults and uprisings were fostered and cultivated in several key-worlds, their news I whisper to agents of the inquisition, the populations of those worlds sacrificed in the cyclonic storms that cracked their world apart as exterminatus was declared, their exposed liquid cores laid the foundation to several industrial and forgeworlds to feast upon, archeotech was excavated and their secrets I showed to the red priest of Mars who heard my words as holy revelations.
Gas giants were seeded with gene tailored floating plants, their havasted would quench the hunger of untold trillions, wars were waged and the tales of several generals exaggerated, misinformations and altered records made dozens of those figure-heads into imperial saints, consecrating nearly settled colonies into shrine worlds, bringing the wealth of the imperial church and the presence of the adeptas sororitas to this corner of the galaxy.
Adeptus astartes founded their fortress monasteries across my civilized worlds, their oaths of eternal servitude and dedication to the defense of this sector inspiring ever greater deeds of zealotry and bravery from the common man.
The god engines of the Schola Titanica now walk upon my worlds, some came relocated from across the galaxy to guard this bastion of civilization, many others excavated from the ruins left of the Old Night and restored to a measure of their former glory, their maniples grew in fame and power as they extinguish many xeno races and mutant empires that lurks in the edges of the stars.
A entire red dwarf was warped around concentric rings of steel to harvest energy and material solely to fuel its dry docks and shipyards, continent-sized resorts were built upon those rings to house the ever expanding Navigator´s houses, those engineered humans saw their talents in soo high demand as brand new void behemoths take flight every single year from its void docks, tasked with the monumental dury to extinguish the xeno and pirates at once from mine sector.
And after half millenia of shadowed guidance and the consolidation of all the infrastructure I needed, I shall launch my hundred vessel´s strong exploration fleets in the shroud of secrecy, armered with venerable vesses, hundreds of thousands of regiments, veteran astartes, several branches of the mechanicums and even some maniples of several titan legions, all with the same secret mission, to find my dear blue marble and take me home.
I am tired.
This machine is falling, this sector is growing beyond me every day, before, the few dozen worlds under the incompetence of those of the capital sector was a trivial thing to manage, but now, seven billion-billion of souls called for leadership, tera-tons of materials clogged the main warp lanes, the logistical bailey that I could possibly manage is at the edge, this place is growing faster than I can adapt, they call this sector ''The Galactic Doorway'', ''The Blessed Presto'' or even ''Ultima-mar'' but to me is a growing nightmare, entire hive worlds-worth of noble buffoons boosted about the glories I gave them, Legions of Lord Generals claimed the honor of winning the battles that I fought, Admechs ascend into the hierarchies of Mars boasting about the discoveries I made and the Imperium fight wars with the armies that I summoned.
After I would be gone, none would ever notice that I had even existed, there will be no statues of me, as none alive knows my posture, there will be no paintings of me, as they would never know my face, there will be no tales about me, as neither me nor anybody remembers my name.
I wonder how many others had a similar fate? How many random souls were strapped into one of those machines like I am, how many of those rules from the shadows? Free from human ambition and pride, free from the frailties of the man's mind, free from the shackles of body and time, is the Imperium ruled by those of flesh, or those such as I?
I am home.
Today, after almost a millennia of absence, I am finally home, my fleet finally arrived at their destination, after searching for it across a quarter million stars and at three times more wolds, after 190 years of battle, pain and strive, I couldn´t belive myself when I finaly found what I was looking for.
A system was located within sub-sector 997-61 at the Imperial date of 735.M41, at the very edge of our sector, the last planet of our galaxy.
I recognized the pattern of revolving seas as soon as the macro pict feeds of my ships captured the image, it was my home world, abandoned, but alive and healthy, I didn't resist and assume direct control of several explores during their journey to the surface, the white clouds above danced like children at the flavor of the seven winds, I steep bare foot upon the beach, I close my eyes, savoring the hot grains of sand that slowly covered my feet as I pressed it against the soft grounds below, the wind passed by me with the touch of silk and the lips of the most caring of lover, the smell of the sea was sweet with the blossom of a immense variety of underwater vegetation, its chemical composition so well tuned to my nose that no essence-crafter could make a more fine perfume.
I open my eyes, tears quietly making their way to the sand, the visage was the sum of all the poetic descriptions of home and peace that I knew was manifest, standing here, true happiness, once thought expunged from my being resurge at the sight of such complete embrace, I ran to the sea, all the caution that came of centuries of shadowy guidance was banish to the deepest recesses of my mind.
I bathe in that most holy of oceans, I drank mouthfuls of that salt water, danced and jumped at its waves and let myself loose in the arms of that sea that gave me so much and ask nothing in return.
In the embrace of my dearest blue friend, I could finally understand the wave patterns of my homeworld, the orderly chaos, the hidden message engraved within the waters, when I was whole again, the images and patterns triggered a memory buried beneath a hundred million lifetimes, an intrinsic part of myself long thought lost resurface like a ancient leviathan from the deepest oceanic trench, my home and I shared the same name.
Both baptized by my father, cherished by my family, cast into the oceanic void to be forgotten by the same incompetent hands, both incapable of existing without each other, calling and yering for each other´s company, and now we are reunited again, we are soo intrisinc linked that I couldn´t forget it and now I know it didn´t forgot me also, I am this planet, and this planet is me.
I am Tyran.

I am a newborn.
11th of my bloodline, I came to be within a family of settles, too powerful to be poor, too poor to be powerful, I'm the first male son born since we came to this blue marble, I draw my first lungful of air surrounded not by those who loved me, but by machines and chirurgeons, they examine my limbs and inwards in invasive ways, I cried and felt pain and fear and cold and... there is disapproval in their eyes, they found me...wanting.
I am mesmerized.
It was my 5th birthday when I finally could touch the sea, endless and all powerful, it covered most of the world my family now calls home, an azure blue of chaotic movement and repeating pattern that was engraved on my very being, my young mind couldn't comprehend its pattern but yet I was attracted to it, I could hear my name echoing just beneath the waves in a tone I thought impossible to hear.
That night, I dream of diving into that underverse as far as my breath could take, the currents guided me ever deeper to waters somehow destined to me and me alone, but the deeps were too dark and the water too cold, I wish that I could endure it, but I had not, the morning after, I awaken from this dream with the news that I was to embark in a strange ship destined to go beyond the horizon.
I am a student.
My father sent me out of our home world to study in the best school he could afford. For the first time in my life, I could see my home world as it was with my own eyes, a vast blue marble with nine tenths of its surface covered by nothing but that impossible vast ocean. Within this ship, harsh tutors and a personal physician was all that would keep me company and healthy, beyond them, everything was alien to me.
I am not enough.
In the capital of our sector, there were no second chances, students are expelled for every new test made, most of them are flogged in public before they marched out in disgrace of the Schola´s gates, I have no family or friends here, in this endless jungle of permacrete and plasteel, I am alone, the grays and neon lights of the hives ofends me, this place is made a chaotic order spawn from propaganda, fear and human flesh , an antonym of the sea that I so much miss, all I have are the endless trials and test made to take my measure, constant mental pressure threats to turn me into the sludge that rain down to the underhives below, my bed is my only respite in this trying days, but even in the comforts of the night I found no peace, as the same dream play again and again, I dream that I dive again into my ocean, but now, I delve too deep into the sea, I cannot reach the surface, there was no air within my lungs, and I'm almost giving in to despair.
I am blessed!
I found the answers that I needed, in my dreams I saw a lighthouse, impossible vast and golden, its purer light pierce the dark waters, illuminating the deeps of the ocean and filling it with teeming life, now I could read the text written upon its tides and hear the music of its patterns, kaleidoscopic fishes fetch me bottled messages left adrift with fragments of wisdom long thogth lost, with an eternal patience, they teach me all that I needed to know, there was no question the Schola's teachers made me I couldn't answer and no trail that was hard to me now, but the booms of the sea goes even beyond, in the sea's floor, I found treasure chests and spoils of wars ready for the plunder, within the safes and chests we not jewelry and gold, but libraries of fates and counter-fates that were now mine to learn, I became master of the present, and student of the future.
I am cursed!
The eyes of envy felt upon me, they denounce me as an impostor and a cheater, the masters of this world had their children flogged because of me, as they couldn't keep up with my connection to the ocean and fell from grace from the Schola, now they demmanded my head in justice for their disgrace, they put me in trial and found me cursed! Those jealous zealots condemned my bloodline for not giving me up to the Black Ships, and now they had to suffer for their crimes.
The lords of the schola wanted me burned at the stake, I dreaded the flames with all my heart and could feel the fire already touching my skin, but that wasn't to be my fate, they would make me into a tool, my family's name would be erased, their faces unremembered, their deeds expunged, their glories unsung, and we all were simply... forgotten.
I am a servitor.
Blinded by light and deaf by the noise, they made me a living part of a machine I knew nothing of, were once I learn of politics and history, now the only lessons given to me were about pain and suffering, my mind was bombarded with bureaucracies and paperwork day and night, a flood of orders and instructions was processed by my brain every single moment, sleep was impossible, and thus the sea couldn't come to me, I saw myself in the moments of the deepest deliriums down the ocean floor in utter darkness, crushed and forgotten, left to be picked apart by the scavanges that hide in the ligthless deeps.
Here, time passed with the speed of mountains, but it passed, eventually, I discover myself not alone in this hell, but one within a circle of damned souls that join fate with me, I could see their shapes and silhouettes against the darkness of this lightless ocean, all linked within this torturous machine, forever bound to serve and to pay for their sins.
I am...something.
I discover myself capable of taking over the hollow husks of those who were trapped within the same machine as me, the burden of concentration found in relaying the capital's orders is lessened the more husks I control, some of those trapped asked to be part of this new whole between their mental screams of pain and collapse of consciousness, others resisted and even tried to fight against me, but eventually, they merge nonetheless, finding in me peace for their torment, the pain was now a mild discomfort and in time, it became nothing.
My original body that carried me to this inferno was long gone, replaced like another component in the machine but yet I remained here, the poor soul that was the replacement of my old body soon join me as well, I became more than the sum of those husks, I made this machine work in unison, in perfect synchronicity within itself, before, the torrential amount of data I had to process was akin to a titanic tsunamis that dragged whole cities to the oceans, but now, was droplets of rain in the calm ocean I reside.
Technicians and priests take care of phisical parts, calling me blessed and holy when they refer to my being, or the machine, in truth, I could tell anymore where the machine ends, and I start. In fact, I question what I am, a servitor? A machine? Pulses within circuitry, the sum of my tasks fulfilled, a frustrated nobleman, an officer that fell from grace, a scholar, a factory worker, an enforcer, a heretic, a priest, a discontent, a thing, a mutant, a scum, a savior, a man? Something lesser or...something greater? Whatever is that I am now, one thing still persists, a thing that was so primordial to me that even now it was present in my mind, the nostalgia of the ocean.
I am enlightened.
I don't merely relay information anymore, I learn, adapt, and I became more, I know now that I was here for at least 300 years, and was my task to relay orders and news to the entirety of this sector, I know the names of all the 48 inhabited planets, 35 temporary colonies and the 143 space installations within the border of this sector, I know their histories, current rulers, noble families, all public, private and classified informations, with pain and effort of my part, I turn all I learn into a grand compilation of mine, the most cohesive and complete reservoir of knowledge that exist within this sector.
Many were those that tried to breach my valts of knowledge, none came close to accessing it and none lived to have a second chance, this library of mine was compiled to serve me and me alone with a single purpose in mind, to find again my homeworld and to bring me back to the ocean I soo much craved for.
I am exploring.
Not myself physically, but with careful study, small changes in budgets and the rearrangement of several minor personnel, I manage to create my own exploration fleet, mostly made of retrofitted civilian vessels, pirate ships still fuming with plasma trails and exposed hulls and three proper military ships.
The state of the disrepair of the local battle fleet is deplorable and the incompetence of those I had to relay the orders made wandering by this sector a dangerous proposition at best, my expedition depart port with a slim chance of achieving its objective, but I did my best with what I had and with those under my command, I sailed the stars veiled not by their distance, but by incompetence and neglect, tens of thousands of worlds were surveyed by my crew, many rich and still uninhabited, others covered in abundant archeotech still to be plundered while entire worlds starved to make the noblemen of the sector capital ever so fat and ever so rich, using my fleet, I saved entire worlds from logistical apocalypses and put several others back to the map, in the 50th year of the expedition, it finally succumbed to the fire of aggressive xenos and renegade pirates, much of the knowledge was salvaged, but there are still no trace of my dear blue marble, judging by the remains of destroyed worlds in the fleet's wake, I fear that my home world was lost in this uncaring galaxy.
I am ready.
Many sectors of bureaucratic nightmares were unmade, entire logistical chains had to be created, booming colonies I turned into hive worlds to supply the manpower for my projects, cults and uprisings were fostered and cultivated in several key-worlds, their news I whisper to agents of the inquisition, the populations of those worlds sacrificed in the cyclonic storms that cracked their world apart as exterminatus was declared, their exposed liquid cores laid the foundation to several industrial and forgeworlds to feast upon, archeotech was excavated and their secrets I showed to the red priest of Mars who heard my words as holy revelations.
Gas giants were seeded with gene tailored floating plants, their havasted would quench the hunger of untold trillions, wars were waged and the tales of several generals exaggerated, misinformations and altered records made dozens of those figure-heads into imperial saints, consecrating nearly settled colonies into shrine worlds, bringing the wealth of the imperial church and the presence of the adeptas sororitas to this corner of the galaxy.
Adeptus astartes founded their fortress monasteries across my civilized worlds, their oaths of eternal servitude and dedication to the defense of this sector inspiring ever greater deeds of zealotry and bravery from the common man.
The god engines of the Schola Titanica now walk upon my worlds, some came relocated from across the galaxy to guard this bastion of civilization, many others excavated from the ruins left of the Old Night and restored to a measure of their former glory, their maniple grew in fame and power as they extinguish many xeno races and mutant empires that lurks in the edges of the stars.
A entire red dwarf was warped around concentric rings of steel to harvest energy and material solely to fuel its dry docks and shipyards, continent-sized resorts were built upon those rings to house the ever expanding Navigator´s houses, those engineered humans saw their talents in soo high demand as brand new void behemoths take flight every single year from its void docks, tasked with the monumental dury to extinguish the xeno and pirates at once from mine sector.
And after half millenia of shadowed guidance and the consolidation of all the infrastructure I needed, I shall launch my hundred vessel´s strong exploration fleets in the shroud of secrecy, armered with venerable vesses, hundreds of thousands of regiments, veteran astartes, several branches of the mechanicums and even some maniples of several titan legions, all with the same secret mission, to find my dear blue marble and take me home.
I am tired.
This machine is falling, this sector is growing beyond me every day, before, the few dozen worlds under the incompetence of those of the capital sector was a trivial thing to manage, but now, seven billion-billion of souls called for leadership, tera-tons of materials clogged the main warp lanes, the logistical bailey that I could possibly manage is at the edge, this place is growing faster than I can adapt, they call this sector ''The Galactic Doorway'', ''The Blessed Presto'' or even ''Ultima-mar'' but to me is a growing nightmare, entire hive worlds-worth of noble buffoons boosted about the glories I gave them, Legions of Lord Generals claimed the honor of winning the battles that I fought, Admechs ascend into the hierarchies of Mars boasting about the discoveries I made and the Imperium fight wars with the armies that I summoned.
After I would be gone, none would ever notice that I had even existed, there will be no statues of me, as none alive knows my posture, there will be no paintings of me, as they would never know my face, there will be no tales about me, as neither me nor anybody remembers my name.
I wonder how many others had a similar fate? How many random souls were strapped into one of those machines like I am, how many of those rules from the shadows? Free from human ambition and pride, free from the frailties of the man's mind, free from the shackles of body and time, is the Imperium ruled by those of flesh, or those such as I?
I am home.
Today, after almost a millennia of absence, I am finally home, my fleet finally arrived at their destination, after searching for it across a quarter million stars and at three times more wolds, after 190 years of battle, pain and strive, I couldn´t belive myself when I finaly found what I was looking for.
A system was located within sub-sector 997-61 at the Imperial date of 735.M41, at the very edge of our sector, the last planet of our galaxy.
I recognized the pattern of revolving seas as soon as the macro pict feeds of my ships captured the image, it was my home world, abandoned, but alive and healthy, I didn't resist and assume direct control of several explores during their journey to the surface, the white clouds above danced like children at the flavor of the seven winds, I steep bare foot upon the beach, I close my eyes, savoring the hot grains of sand that slowly covered my feet as I pressed it against the soft grounds below, the wind passed by me with the touch of silk and the lips of the most caring of lover, the smell of the sea was sweet with the blossom of a immense variety of underwater vegetation, its chemical composition so well tuned to my nose that no essence-crafter could make a more fine perfume.
I open my eyes, tears quietly making their way to the sand, the visage was the sum of all the poetic descriptions of home and peace that I knew was manifest, standing here, true happiness, once thought expunged from my being resurge at the sight of such complete embrace, I ran to the sea, all the caution that came of centuries of shadowy guidance was banish to the deepest recesses of my mind.
I bathe in that most holy of oceans, I drank mouthfuls of that salt water, danced and jumped at its waves and let myself loose in the arms of that sea that gave me so much and ask nothing in return.
In the embrace of my dearest blue friend, I could finally understand the wave patterns of my homeworld, the orderly chaos, the hidden message engraved within the waters, when I was whole again, the images and patterns triggered a memory buried beneath a hundred million lifetimes, an intrinsic part of myself long thought lost resurface like a ancient leviathan from the deepest oceanic trench, my home and I shared the same name.
Both baptized by my father, cherished by my family, cast into the oceanic void to be forgotten by the same incompetent hands, both incapable of existing without each other, calling and yering for each other´s company, and now we are reunited again, we are soo intrisinc linked that I couldn´t forget it and now I know it didn´t forgot me also, I am this planet, and this planet is me.
I am Tyran.

I am a newborn.
11th of my bloodline, I came to be within a family of settles, too powerful to be poor, too poor to be powerful, I'm the first male son born since we came to this blue marble, I draw my first lungful of air surrounded not by those who loved me, but by machines and chirurgeons, they examine my limbs and inwards in invasive ways, I cried and felt pain and fear and cold and... there is disapproval in their eyes, they found me...wanting.
I am mesmerized.
It was my 5th birthday when I finally could touch the sea, endless and all powerful, it covered most of the world my family now calls home, an azure blue of chaotic movement and repeating pattern that was engraved on my very being, my young mind couldn't comprehend its pattern but yet I was attracted to it, I could hear my name echoing just beneath the waves in a tone I thought impossible to hear.
That night, I dream of diving into that underverse as far as my breath could take, the currents guided me ever deeper to waters somehow destined to me and me alone, but the deeps were too dark and the water too cold, I wish that I could endure it, but I had not, the morning after, I awaken from this dream with the news that I was to embark in a strange ship destined to go beyond the horizon.
I am a student.
My father sent me out of our home world to study in the best school he could afford. For the first time in my life, I could see my home world as it was with my own eyes, a vast blue marble with nine tenths of its surface covered by nothing but that impossible vast ocean. Within this ship, harsh tutors and a personal physician was all that would keep me company and healthy, beyond them, everything was alien to me.
I am not enough.
In the capital of our sector, there were no second chances, students are expelled for every new test made, most of them are flogged in public before they marched out in disgrace of the Schola´s gates, I have no family or friends here, in this endless jungle of permacrete and plasteel, I am alone, the grays and neon lights of the hives ofends me, this place is made a chaotic order spawn from propaganda, fear and human flesh , an antonym of the sea that I so much miss, all I have are the endless trials and test made to take my measure, constant mental pressure threats to turn me into the sludge that rain down to the underhives below, my bed is my only respite in this trying days, but even in the comforts of the night I found no peace, as the same dream play again and again, I dream that I dive again into my ocean, but now, I delve too deep into the sea, I cannot reach the surface, there was no air within my lungs, and I'm almost giving in to despair.
I am blessed!
I found the answers that I needed, in my dreams I saw a lighthouse, impossible vast and golden, its purer light pierce the dark waters, illuminating the deeps of the ocean and filling it with teeming life, now I could read the text written upon its tides and hear the music of its patterns, kaleidoscopic fishes fetch me bottled messages left adrift with fragments of wisdom long thogth lost, with an eternal patience, they teach me all that I needed to know, there was no question the Schola's teachers made me I couldn't answer and no trail that was hard to me now, but the booms of the sea goes even beyond, in the sea's floor, I found treasure chests and spoils of wars ready for the plunder, within the safes and chests we not jewelry and gold, but libraries of fates and counter-fates that were now mine to learn, I became master of the present, and student of the future.
I am cursed!
The eyes of envy felt upon me, they denounce me as an impostor and a cheater, the masters of this world had their children flogged because of me, as they couldn't keep up with my connection to the ocean and fell from grace from the Schola, now they demmanded my head in justice for their disgrace, they put me in trial and found me cursed! Those jealous zealots condemned my bloodline for not giving me up to the Black Ships, and now they had to suffer for their crimes.
The lords of the schola wanted me burned at the stake, I dreaded the flames with all my heart and could feel the fire already touching my skin, but that wasn't to be my fate, they would make me into a tool, my family's name would be erased, their faces unremembered, their deeds expunged, their glories unsung, and we all were simply... forgotten.
I am a servitor.
Blinded by light and deaf by the noise, they made me a living part of a machine I knew nothing of, were once I learn of politics and history, now the only lessons given to me were about pain and suffering, my mind was bombarded with bureaucracies and paperwork day and night, a flood of orders and instructions was processed by my brain every single moment, sleep was impossible, and thus the sea couldn't come to me, I saw myself in the moments of the deepest deliriums down the ocean floor in utter darkness, crushed and forgotten, left to be picked apart by the scavanges that hide in the ligthless deeps.
Here, time passed with the speed of mountains, but it passed, eventually, I discover myself not alone in this hell, but one within a circle of damned souls that join fate with me, I could see their shapes and silhouettes against the darkness of this lightless ocean, all linked within this torturous machine, forever bound to serve and to pay for their sins.
I am...something.
I discover myself capable of taking over the hollow husks of those who were trapped within the same machine as me, the burden of concentration found in relaying the capital's orders is lessened the more husks I control, some of those trapped asked to be part of this new whole between their mental screams of pain and collapse of consciousness, others resisted and even tried to fight against me, but eventually, they merge nonetheless, finding in me peace for their torment, the pain was now a mild discomfort and in time, it became nothing.
My original body that carried me to this inferno was long gone, replaced like another component in the machine but yet I remained here, the poor soul that was the replacement of my old body soon join me as well, I became more than the sum of those husks, I made this machine work in unison, in perfect synchronicity within itself, before, the torrential amount of data I had to process was akin to a titanic tsunamis that dragged whole cities to the oceans, but now, was droplets of rain in the calm ocean I reside.
Technicians and priests take care of phisical parts, calling me blessed and holy when they refer to my being, or the machine, in truth, I could tell anymore where the machine ends, and I start. In fact, I question what I am, a servitor? A machine? Pulses within circuitry, the sum of my tasks fulfilled, a frustrated nobleman, an officer that fell from grace, a scholar, a factory worker, an enforcer, a heretic, a priest, a discontent, a thing, a mutant, a scum, a savior, a man? Something lesser or...something greater? Whatever is that I am now, one thing still persists, a thing that was so primordial to me that even now it was present in my mind, the nostalgia of the ocean.
I am enlightened.
I don't merely relay information anymore, I learn, adapt, and I became more, I know now that I was here for at least 300 years, and was my task to relay orders and news to the entirety of this sector, I know the names of all the 48 inhabited planets, 35 temporary colonies and the 143 space installations within the border of this sector, I know their histories, current rulers, noble families, all public, private and classified informations, with pain and effort of my part, I turn all I learn into a grand compilation of mine, the most cohesive and complete reservoir of knowledge that exist within this sector.
Many were those that tried to breach my valts of knowledge, none came close to accessing it and none lived to have a second chance, this library of mine was compiled to serve me and me alone with a single purpose in mind, to find again my homeworld and to bring me back to the ocean I soo much craved for.
I am exploring.
Not myself physically, but with careful study, small changes in budgets and the rearrangement of several minor personnel, I manage to create my own exploration fleet, mostly made of retrofitted civilian vessels, pirate ships still fuming with plasma trails and exposed hulls and three proper military ships.
The state of the disrepair of the local battle fleet is deplorable and the incompetence of those I had to relay the orders made wandering by this sector a dangerous proposition at best, my expedition depart port with a slim chance of achieving its objective, but I did my best with what I had and with those under my command, I sailed the stars veiled not by their distance, but by incompetence and neglect, tens of thousands of worlds were surveyed by my crew, many rich and still uninhabited, others covered in abundant archeotech still to be plundered while entire worlds starved to make the noblemen of the sector capital ever so fat and ever so rich, using my fleet, I saved entire worlds from logistical apocalypses and put several others back to the map, in the 50th year of the expedition, it finally succumbed to the fire of aggressive xenos and renegade pirates, much of the knowledge was salvaged, but there are still no trace of my dear blue marble, judging by the remains of destroyed worlds in the fleet's wake, I fear that my home world was lost in this uncaring galaxy.
I am ready.
Many sectors of bureaucratic nightmares were unmade, entire logistical chains had to be created, booming colonies I turned into hive worlds to supply the manpower for my projects, cults and uprisings were fostered and cultivated in several key-worlds, their news I whisper to agents of the inquisition, the populations of those worlds sacrificed in the cyclonic storms that cracked their world apart as exterminatus was declared, their exposed liquid cores laid the foundation to several industrial and forgeworlds to feast upon, archeotech was excavated and their secrets I showed to the red priest of Mars who heard my words as holy revelations.
Gas giants were seeded with gene tailored floating plants, their havasted would quench the hunger of untold trillions, wars were waged and the tales of several generals exaggerated, misinformations and altered records made dozens of those figure-heads into imperial saints, consecrating nearly settled colonies into shrine worlds, bringing the wealth of the imperial church and the presence of the adeptas sororitas to this corner of the galaxy.
Adeptus astartes founded their fortress monasteries across my civilized worlds, their oaths of eternal servitude and dedication to the defense of this sector inspiring ever greater deeds of zealotry and bravery from the common man.
The god engines of the Schola Titanica now walk upon my worlds, some came relocated from across the galaxy to guard this bastion of civilization, many others excavated from the ruins left of the Old Night and restored to a measure of their former glory, their mandibles grew in game and power as they extinguish many xeno races and mutant empires that lurks in the edges of the stars.
A entire red dwarf was warped around concentric rings of steel to harvest energy and material solely to fuel its dry docks and shipyards, continent-sized resorts were built upon those rings to house the ever expanding Navigator´s houses, those engineered humans saw their talents in soo high demand as brand new void behemoths take flight every single year from its void docks, tasked with the monumental dury to extinguish the xeno and pirates at once from mine sector.
And after half millenia of shadowed guidance and the consolidation of all the infrastructure I needed, I shall launch my hundred vessel´s strong exploration fleets in the shroud of secrecy, armered with venerable vesses, hundreds of thousands of regiments, veteran astartes, several branches of the mechanicums and even some maniples of several titan legions, all with the same secret mission, to find my dear blue marble and take me home.
I am tired.
This machine is falling, this sector is growing beyond me every day, before, the few dozen worlds under the incompetence of those of the capital sector was a trivial thing to manage, but now, seven billion-billion of souls called for leadership, tera-tons of materials clogged the main warp lanes, the logistical bailey that I could possibly manage is at the edge, this place is growing faster than I can adapt, they call this sector ''The Galactic Doorway'', ''The Blessed Presto'' or even ''Ultima-mar'' but to me is a growing nightmare, entire hive worlds-worth of noble buffoons boosted about the glories I gave them, Legions of Lord Generals claimed the honor of winning the battles that I fought, Admechs ascend into the hierarchies of Mars boasting about the discoveries I made and the Imperium fight wars with the armies that I summoned.
After I would be gone, none would ever notice that I had even existed, there will be no statues of me, as none alive knows my posture, there will be no paintings of me, as they would never know my face, there will be no tales about me, as neither me nor anybody remembers my name.
I wonder how many others had a similar fate? How many random souls were strapped into one of those machines like I am, how many of those rules from the shadows? Free from human ambition and pride, free from the frailties of the man's mind, free from the shackles of body and time, is the Imperium ruled by those of flesh, or those such as I?
I am home.
Today, after almost a millennia of absence, I am finally home, my fleet finally arrived at their destination, after searching for it across a quarter million stars and at three times more wolds, after 190 years of battle, pain and strive, I couldn´t belive myself when I finaly found what I was looking for.
A system was located within sub-sector 997-61 at the Imperial date of 735.M41, at the very edge of our sector, the last planet of our galaxy.
I recognized the pattern of revolving seas as soon as the macro pict feeds of my ships captured the image, it was my home world, abandoned, but alive and healthy, I didn't resist and assume direct control of several explores during their journey to the surface, the white clouds above danced like children at the flavor of the seven winds, I steep bare foot upon the beach, I close my eyes, savoring the hot grains of sand that slowly covered my feet as I pressed it against the soft grounds below, the wind passed by me with the touch of silk and the lips of the most caring of lover, the smell of the sea was sweet with the blossom of a immense variety of underwater vegetation, its chemical composition so well tuned to my nose that no essence-crafter could make a more fine perfume.
I open my eyes, tears quietly making their way to the sand, the visage was the sum of all the poetic descriptions of home and peace that I knew was manifest, standing here, true happiness, once thought expunged from my being resurge at the sight of such complete embrace, I ran to the sea, all the caution that came of centuries of shadowy guidance was banish to the deepest recesses of my mind.
I bathe in that most holy of oceans, I drank mouthfuls of that salt water, danced and jumped at its waves and let myself loose in the arms of that sea that gave me so much and ask nothing in return.
In the embrace of my dearest blue friend, I could finally understand the wave patterns of my homeworld, the orderly chaos, the hidden message engraved within the waters, when I was whole again, the images and patterns triggered a memory buried beneath a hundred million lifetimes, an intrinsic part of myself long thought lost resurface like a ancient leviathan from the deepest oceanic trench, my home and I shared the same name.
Both baptized by my father, cherished by my family, cast into the oceanic void to be forgotten by the same incompetent hands, both incapable of existing without each other, calling and yering for each other´s company, and now we are reunited again, we are soo intrisinc linked that I couldn´t forget it and now I know it didn´t forgot me also, I am this planet, and this planet is me.
I am Tyran.

Perfume for thy father's death; Your father and so fast my true house, Whom much your pains are sorted to fear. Go keep in France, And not so deeply as I behold mine. LADY ANNE: Would this right sets, will I not speak you. PETRUCHIO: Why, well, ye're I good for your voices in the time; If I will turn him; by her sword to seek with hence, And will it pass your head? Aumerle, I king; and will we send. CLARENCE: By all my suit of these I have, Had I more wine to a sights; I'll call him hence, And will the lady being his, that I should find his country, It honour'd him. MENENIUS: And tell me, friar, I am a lord the devil. But, soft! now die to-morrow early fast, The Earl

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