In this dystopian reality, I question the very essence of democracy. I stand in defiance, refusing to endorse such a system. My vote is a silent protest against the tyranny that grips their society. Torn between compliance and resistance, I wonder who willingly cast their votes for this nightmare or if they are coerced into submission.
The lines between choice and coercion blur, leaving them to question the true nature of their society. Is this truly democracy, or is it a twisted parody of it? The screams outside serve as a grim reminder of the cost of silence and the power of dissent. In this oppressive reality, my fight for freedom becomes a battle against the very systems designed to protect it.