PROLOGUE

Oradyn had been a city defined by its silence. A city once bursting

with life, with the sounds of industry, music, and laughter, had been

reduced to whispers, controlled by the iron grip of a regime that

thrived on suppression. The airwaves were no longer a space for

expression—they were tools of oppression, broadcasting the same lie,

the same message, day after day. The people, though many in number,

had become shadows, their voices snuffed out one broadcast at a time.