Monnoliths known as Red Hives rise like titans of industrial parano

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In the smog-choked dusk of the Outer Districts, the monoliths known as Red Hives rise like titans of industrial paranoia. These are not just buildings—they’re vertical fortresses, pulsing with artificial intelligence, defense systems, and encrypted surveillance hubs. The crimson glow from their windows isn’t light—it’s data, bleeding outward like warnings.

Each layer is a different stratum of control: the lower decks filled with sensor drones and black-market tech runners, the middle floors sealed tight by bureaucracy and class-based access codes, and the upper levels inhabited by the faceless elite—if they exist at all anymore. Rumor says these towers run themselves now, the humans having long since fled or fused into the network.

The air smells of ozone, synthetic carbon, and desperation. The city has a heartbeat, and it’s mechanical.

These towers are symbols of everything the Muse Rebellion fights against—unfeeling automation, control masked as efficiency, and the aesthetic of terror cloaked in architecture. In the Rebellion’s doctrine, they are called “Cathedrals of Silence”—because once you go in, you never speak out again.