The Veil of Deception

The city is breathing lies. I can feel them crawling through the

streets, winding up alleyways, twisting into every face, every

thought, every whispered question. The Dominion has learned

how to do more than silence; they've learned how to rewrite

reality itself. They've painted fear and obedience onto the city

like a canvas, and every citizen is a brushstroke under their

control.

I move along the rooftops, hood drawn tight against the drizzle,

boots whispering over wet tiles. Below, Dominion patr...