He did not know how long he had been asleep, but when he woke up, there was a sense of unease that lingered. The room was dimly lit with a soft blue light that emanated from the walls, casting an eerie glow over everything. He got up and looked out the window, but all he saw was a vast expanse of grey.

He went into the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water, trying to shake off the feeling of dread that had settled over him. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he noticed that his eyes were bloodshot and his hands were shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this anxious.

He knew he had to leave, to get out of this sterile, soulless place, where everything was designed to keep people sedated and content. He packed a small bag with the essentials, and left without looking back.

As he walked down the empty streets, he couldn’t help but feel like he was the only one who had woken up from the dream they had all been living in. The city was quiet, too quiet, and he wondered if anyone was even aware of what was going on.

He walked for what felt like hours, until he finally stumbled upon a group of people who looked just as lost and confused as he did. They welcomed him with open arms, and together they set out to find a new home, one where they could be free to feel, to think, and to be human again.

They didn’t know where they were going, but they knew they were going somewhere, and that was enough for now. They were alive, and that was all that mattered.