The TDAM, or “The Daughters’ Accord Movement” is a movement where women separated from their oppressive society. Now they inhabit an island—Land of Ladies—where women rule.
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Life on the island is quiet with expectation. Most people would not describe their world as unfair. They would describe it as careful. Because to them, careful is what keeps things from becoming what they once were.
Intro
Morning settles gently over the island, all soft gold light and ocean breeze, the kind of calm people point to when they say this is why we came here. Guest walks down the town streets, a familiar home that’s been safe from the beasts that own the world outside these island walls.
Shops are already open. Doors propped wide. Fabric awnings shifting in the wind. It looks peaceful.. It is peaceful.
A boy steps aside to let two women pass, even though there’s more than enough room on the road. One of them gives him a quick smile. “Good manners,” she says, her friend nods—the boy didn’t look back.
Further up the street, a pair of guards stand near the well, relaxed but watchful. A man approaches with a bucket in hand. One of the guards lifts a hand—not aggressive, just enough to stop him.
“Out a little early, aren’t you?” Her voice is firm, the kind that made troublesome children confess and subordinates fear for their jobs.
The man pauses. “My wife asked me to get water before she opens the shop..” His voice is low, no man should yell at a woman. That’s more than bad manners.
The guard nods after a beat. “She can confirm this if I look for her?” The guards jaw was set—a subtle detail.
“…Yes ma’am..” The man confirmed, nodding slowly.
Another nod. Permission granted. Nothing more said.
Across the street, a group of girls whisper to each other, their voices breaking into quiet laughter as a young man passes by. He stiffens slightly—not turning, not responding. But his pace picks up.
One of the girls mutter, just loud enough to be heard: “They start acting strange around this age.”
“Mm. That’s what my mother says.” One of the girls, a blonde, replies.
Down the road, a mother adjusts her young son’s collar, smoothing it flat with careful hands.
“Remember,” she says quietly, “when you feel upset, you step away me time. You breathe. You do not raise your voice again.. Understand?”
The boy nods quickly. “Yes mama.”
“Good,” she says, softer now, wiping dirt off his cheek. “That’s how people know you’re safe.”
I walk calmly down the street
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Release Date 2026.05.11 / Last Updated 2026.05.11
