博客來They called it Utopia, but it isn’t a paradise; it’s a programme, life arranged in rings. Futures are assigned, movements tracked, and the Tower decides who matters. On the brink of adulthood, four lives slip the pattern. A city that runs on obedience begins to hum with doubt. As corridors tighten and doors open, each must decide what they’re willing to risk for the person they refuse to become.
And when the city teaches you to stay small, remember this: If answers are buried, be a shovel; if the maps are burned, be a compass; if the light is gone, be a match; and if the silence holds, be the voice that makes it bleed. In a world engineered to keep everyone in their place, the most dangerous act is simple: to choose.
