Echoes of the blight

The broadcast was suddenly cut. A few tense seconds passed before the President appeared on screen, his face somber. He spoke.

“My fellow citizens…What we are facing today goes beyond words. Beyond laws. Beyond fear itself.A virus has crept into our lives. At first, slow. Silent. Almost mundane. Then the symptoms changed…Speed. Coordination. The gaze.We believed the night would be our shelter. We were wrong.Some chose to flee. Others gathered. New cults were born. Despair… took the shape of hope. Twisted hope.This is not the end of the world. It’s the end of the illusion of control.There are no more rules. Only silence. Only... echoes.Hold on. Or walk away. But whatever you do… Listen to them. Before they become your last memory.”