A peek into a dystopian past where pigs ran the world with an immutable manuscript that set the rules. The rest of us were fettered in blood-soaked chains. If someone dared to break free, they were banished from this world and exiled to the jackal’s womb for eternity. Nobody quite noticed when this dystopia stopped being just a figment of antiquity and metamorphosed into a way of the world in the present. At what moment did we teleport into this nightmare? How do we now wake up from it? In a world where pigs wield a manuscript as a sceptre, keeping the rest of us fettered to its diabolical ethos, and breaking free is the ultimate act of sacrilege.