The hairline cracks, the 'perfect' society had, began to widen once the pandemic revealed itself.
Straining the limits of humanity, the old world monsters wearing pretty masks barked at each other. 'It's your fault!'
They couldn't stand the idea of those who they considered beneath them supporting their precious lives.
For all the money, and all the power they once had, all they could do is stare at the men and women who tirelessly worked to keep them alive. From behind their glass houses.
Until that fateful day when their barks faded into oblivion.
Our fate was not sealed—the seals of the new fate had been revealed.
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