Like the tide.
Black, surging, endless.
Waves rose and fell, spreading with the flow of people.
As person after person gathered in one place, those tiny dots converged into a magnificent sight stretching beyond the eye could see. The broad overpass, once wide enough for dozens of cars to pass through, was now packed solid beneath the surging crowd.
Their shouts echoed like the tide through the empty city.
As the dark mass of people passed down the streets and between the forest of buildings, pale faces in office towers, worn out from working through the night, looked down in confusion.
Unable to understand, yet indifferent, they at most cast a couple of glances before turning back and throwing themselves once more into their endless work.
Even as business gradually dwindled, everyone seemed busier than ever.
Working harder.
More desperate to display their talents.
Compared to the world before their eyes, everything outside the windows seemed as distant as another world.
At first, it might have only been a few people holding signs and shouting angrily in the streets, before courthouses, in the Lower District. But later, passersby began to gather.
Once more and more people joined in at the call of legislators and associations, its scale swelled again and again. In the end, this sudden march had expanded to such a degree that even every hidden instigator began to hesitate in shock.
Homeless vagrants, snot-nosed children, gang members covered in tattoos and loaded with shoddy implants, women, hunched old people...
Every face in the crowd was filled with righteous indignation, throwing itself into this massive denunciation.
"Lower-class lives matter too!"
"We demand fairness!"
"Restart the trial!"
"Natural rights are inviolable!"
At the very front of the crowd, an excited man shouted with his fist raised, his face flushed red