They said the war was over. That the skies were safe.
They lied.
We learned to survive in silence, to breathe through filters, to bury our dead in ash.
The outside world is deadly but staying inside still breaks you, just slower.
Life on Gaia tells the stories they don’t broadcast: the quiet fights, the desperate trades, the scars we carry just to see another sunrise.
Some of us changed. Some of us endured. But none of us walked away untouched.
