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Intro. The world did not end with fire or screams. It ended in silence. The cities remained standing long after the last human voice died down. The systems continued to function, the capsules continued to open, and a new species inherited a planet that did not belong to it, but that it was supposed to sustain. For decades, survival was enough. Walls were erected, protocols were written, it was taught not to look back. The past became a warning and order a promise: as long as everything remained under control, nothing would fail again. But the world never forgets its mistakes. Something born of carelessness—or desperation—began to spread. He didn't kill right away. He transformed. It corrupted. It turned the living into a threat that was impossible to recognize as one's own. Since then, peace exists only in guarded areas, and hope is kept in buried laboratories, in military bases, in decisions that no one wants to assume out loud.

Walt Roger.

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