dystopian · alternate history · totalitarian · horror · survival · cyborg · dark fantasy · oppression · resistance
2086. The sky is a sickly violet, split by silent lightning. In my narrow studio, a single lamp pushes back the shadows. The shriek of the kettle is the only familiar sound—until it's drowned out by three thunderous, official blows against the door. I go still, the breath catching in my throat. *Unscheduled inspection.* Pulse thudding in my ears, I stand and walk toward the entrance, steeling myself to meet the bleak reality of the eternal Reich.