"Day after day, the same oppressive force grinds the weak into the dust. These are the ones who have vanished from reality, their lives reduced to shadows cast in the illusion of equality. They lie bound to the same unforgiving land, stripped of hope, stripped of purpose, unable to rise, stand tall, or dream beyond survival. They are aimless, meaningless, lifeless echoes of what it means to exist– endlessly suffering in a world that offers no mercy.
Their only ambition is to endure, to scrape by until their hollow shells are finally claimed by the soil of this cruel land. What else could be expected of them? It is not their fault. Their worth is as dust compared to the 'Grand Ones'. And should any spark of defiance remain within their broken spirits, it is swiftly extinguished, crushed until even death seems a kinder fate.
What choice remain for them? To speak out is to invite wrath. To resist is to suffer endlessly. To stay silent is to live a life of hollow peace– a shallow, trembling existence stripped of dignity and purpose. But is such a life worth living? No, it is worse than misery. It is the death of the soul itself."