The Teal Book

The screens on the sides of buildings were already on, advertising Particle City as if it were a perfect world. Ads of the Emperor and his dazzling smile. Posters of "happy" street-sweepers.

And on the side, there was a large image of a Particle City worker facing the city's symbol with these words in-between:

'Til Death Do Us Part.

A couple of days ago, those pictures would've reassured her.

Comforted her. And now, it only clawed sharper at the odd ache in her chest.

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In the dystopian society of Particle City, happiness is shoved so far down a person's throat, it's hard to tell what's real and what's not anymore.

Most everyone there is internally crumbling, but under their commander, humanity is simply a suggestion. So they put on a happy face and do their work.

Astra is one of the thousands upon thousands of victims trapped in this vicious cycle of fake smiles and oppression that seems unbreakable.

When she finds out the secrets of her beloved society, things unravel into a rebellion she never saw coming.