The world didn’t end in fire. It just got crowded. By the mid-21st century, Earth had perfected the art of survival through precision—regimented lives, rationed dreams, and strictly limited elbow room. The cost of peace? Noise, pressure, proximity. Always people. Everywhere.
Harry Collins tries to adjust like everyone else. He tells himself it’s normal to wake to the sound of thirty million footsteps. To forget the last time he saw a horizon. But something in him is starting to slip—a thread tugged loose in the machinery of his daily routine.
When that thread unravels, Harry discovers a world within the world: a plan humming beneath the surface of order. What began as a push for progress is quietly reshaping what it means to be human. And in a society engineered to suppress extremes, the only thing more dangerous than a deviant ... is a man who remembers solitude.