Shadows of the Continent 4-1

Behind the high walls of the capital, the laughter of the powerful echoes

through halls of gold and marble. In shadows and whispers, the nation's destiny

is traded for signatures and cold steel briefcases. Envelopes pass in silence,

a quiet theft that leaves the cradle of the future empty. Outside,

the earth is stripped bare, its riches claimed by those who do not know

its name. And while they drink to progress, the people bleed into the soil,

their silent anger growing under the noon sun.