Beneath the reign of the President, a time of decadence and despondency festered within the arcane and unfathomable recesses of the city’s soul –a period that was disguised as one filled with prosperity and joy.
It was an absurd monstrosity in which dolphins, those mocking ambassadors of a darker, unknown abyss, swam not gracefully but malevolently. Joyless echoes resounded from streets and squares teeming with apparent celebrations and filled with the cacophony of a condemned life.
They were deluded into thinking their leader could do no wrong. Yet in reality this invincible being foretold demise rather than providing safety and ease by leading them into a maze of unspoken terrors and defeats concealed with great care from public view.
The city did not prosper under his rule, instead, it died away like something strangled by some unspeakable malignancy.