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It Was a
Sunny Day,
as Always
- Preeyakorn (Beauty) Bangmo -
In this world, if you don’t voice your opinion, the crowd
would swarm over you, and your voice is lost. Forever.
The mutes are the inferior. The voiced are the rulers, the
respected, the powerful. Generations after generations, humans
have lost their voices to them. Their rights. Their freedom. Their
voices.
Still, a mute rose to power within a year. Every night, the
Empire people cowered in their beds in fear. Windows and doors
tightly shut. The Silent Death lurked within the land, city by city.
Swift and hushed, none could predict their moves. It was not long
before the blood of the voiced splattered across the country.
The voiced agitated, frantically danced on the Silent Death’s
palm. The number of deaths inflated on the webpage.
Deaths: 3,005,602
