In the dissonance of the Takeover, millions of stories lay ground under the city’s corpse. Quadrillions of broken dreams stilled like an errant note.
Ours was one of the stories left untold. Now extirpated from the dust by two lonely outcasts.
We were the aberrant, in name and spirit. We went against the establishment; against its clean-cut policies that could not accommodate us. We showed them the culture they had repressed, shattered their sterile silence with our songs until their homes rang in harmony.
This is our story.
