The Making of Man

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Chapter One
The Beginning
I entered the city as if reading the first page of my life.

The air was charged with colors I couldn’t fully describe,

and the smell of concrete mixed with engine exhaust filled my lungs.

The streets were crowded with faces,

but each face seemed like a carbon copy of another.

An eerie silence hung between the people…

And every laugh, every step, was calculated, as if part of a hidden script.

I walked among the crowds, feeling as though the city was watching me.

No alarm systems, no visible cameras,

but everything seemed alive: people’s eyes, the roadside advertisements, even the shadows on the walls.

I had a strange feeling:

That I had entered a manufactured version of the city,

and everything in it refused to be spontaneous.