The year is 2077. Twelve-year-old Kai lived in Neo-Seoul, a vertical city where sunlight was a paid luxury and the real world felt thin, filtered through countless layers of augmented reality. His favorite toy wasn't a holo-drone or a neuro-sim; it was the Apex Construct.
The observatory dome in the mountains of Mauna Kea was cold, sterile, and silent—except for the hushed tapping of Dr. Elara Vance's fingers on a console. Outside, the night was a canvas of impossible, crystal-clear stars. Elara, a woman whose entire world was the distant flicker of light years away, was tracking a new anomaly—a faint, rhythmic signal from a nebula she’d named "The Weaver."
The observatory dome's glass holds a cold breath, and the world's edge sleeps in the distant city lights below. I am alone, an explorer unfolding the map of infinity. Since you left, the orbits of all love have been unsettled. The gravity within my heart is unstable, and your light, once the brightest star, is now a past I can only reach at the speed of light.