They sold us happiness. We paid with our freedom.
In Eolisia, you’re not forced to obey.
You simply feel too good to resist.
Welcome to a world where serotonin is synthetic, memories are modifiable, and rebellion begins… in dreams.
What happens when a system of perfect control begins to glitch?
When a loyal insider starts decoding a hidden language?
When exile becomes the only way to see clearly?
The revolution will not be televised.
It will be embedded in your nervous system.
Naya Korin 
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