En cours de chargement...
I awoke in darkness, bound in chains of iron - had I always been a prisoner? Soldiers came. They led us to the Factory, an eternal place of toil and suffering. Slender shadows in perfect suits put us to work, and then... we worked. There was no light, no rest, and no food to be had; there were only the machines, the smoke, the rats, the dirt, and the useless products we made - forever. Above loomed the Tower.
None of us had ever entered. We watched as it grew taller and taller, fueled by our collective misery. Then, a gesture of kindness. It changed everything. The hammers in our hands felt different. One by one, we began lifting them. Not for work, not this time, but for freedom.