Grassland and Parliament

This is my first novel, a fable unfolding under the curtain of science fiction. It tells the story of Erich, a congressman from the grassland, fighting for the right to speak for the edge star region in the parliament under the steel dome of Terra. This is not just a story about political struggle, but what I want to try to explore is: when a highly developed civilization, out of goodwill and efficiency, gradually smoothes out all differences, how can those "weeds" that cannot be smoothed survive? This is a story about loss and protection, compromise and persistence. If it can stir up a ripple of "freedom" and "discipline" in your heart, or remind you of some gentle resonance in reality, then my greatest wish has been achieved. A story about grassland and steel, wind and dome. It starts with a simple question: When the system gently makes everything "right", how can we protect those "wrong" but true selves?