Wash Away My Memories
Cybertron, the true home for the Cybertronian race; the birth place of my people. Once a beautiful and glowing planet but after years of war and rust, it was a hideous mass to its former glory.
Buildings broken and falling, energon gardens rotted away, homes housing either the lost memories of their once residents or possibly their offline bodies themselves. Time would be needed to clean our home but the Autobots were positive that it could be done.
I should say we, as in, my team members of Autobots. Joining sides was a last minute panic decision but it