A floating dream, tied to the future
The souls of injustice are hidden in the wine cups of the powerful, the shackles are cut into the bones and blood, and the ink stains in the files are stained with blood and tears. When injustice becomes the norm, silence is a sin. They tore up the bloody scabs on their suits and carved every grievance into a sharp blade, so that those who were above them could taste the evil consequences they had sown.
Intention: To be wronged is to repay the consequences.