by Authorborntobe
The sky fell in 2032. Not in fire, but in light. A new sun rose. Cold. Perfect. False. Humanity prospered under its lie for ten years. They forgot the taste of night. Forgot the color of truth. Then the headless statues started appearing. One arm raised to a dead sky. The other holding a sword etched with a single word: REMEMBER. The sun never died. It was buried by the man who replaced it. And now, the grave is opening. FALSE DAWN Some lights should stay dead.
