The Silver City

A few weeks ago, I approached one of the guards. He touched me on the shoulder and whispered a few incomprehensible words into my ear. It was like a veil had been lifted off me. I could truly see this place for what it is. The people I came here with have long since gone. All of them are heading towards the dome. In their place, I'm finding more and more people who have been here for an eternity. Hundreds, thousands of years, and they all seem the same. Whatever features they once had, whoever they once were doesn't matter anymore. They've simply existed for far too long to wash away what once made them human. Maybe I can find your