Freedom,
What is it, really? A right? A dream? Or perhaps a lie we keep telling ourselves to soften the truth.
One word—yet it splinters into a thousand meanings depending on who speaks it.
Some call it the absence of restraint. Others say it's justice, fairness, or the right to choose.
But consider this: in a world with no laws—where you can steal, murder, and violate with impunity—would that be freedom? Or is it simply chaos parading in freedom's name?
Maybe true freedom cannot exist without justice. Maybe freedom, as we imagine it, has always been a contradiction—a condition humanity was never meant to reach.
In this story, freedom is not a destination.
It is a shadow on the wall.
A haunting echo in a world that has already collapsed under the weight of its own delusion.
Here, freedom… is fiction.