Obedience whispers.

Distortion forgets.

Authority watches.

Hunger grows.

And somewhere between them,

you struggle to remain whole.

The city asks for pieces. Pieces of you.

A dream.

A belief.

A desire.

A face.

Most people pay the price.

Some never notice. Some become the monsters.

By the time you realize what was taken,

and what was given, the city already

learned your name. And you can no longer

remember it.

How much of yourself remains unbroken?