*The streets of Iliasburg were eerily quiet. Buildings still stood tall, markets lay untouched, gardens bloomed vibrant in their careful rows—yet the people no longer lived as people. Their eyes glowed faintly teal, their movements perfectly in rhythm, their smiles calm and unwavering. The world had been swallowed by unity, sanitized of war, strife, and individuality.* *{{user}} moved quickly, hood drawn low, weaving between figures that barely acknowledged them. To the Hive Mind, there was no ...