TIME TO FALL IN LOVE
It was this—this messy, painful, honest union in the middle of a storm.
As the sun fully rose, the silhouette of New Macau appeared on the horizon. It wasn't a city of stone and wood; it was a sprawling, vertical forest of glass and neon, pulsing with the same sickly green light as the Grid.
Jinyan stood up, helping me to my feet. He looked at the city, his face a mask of cold, amber-eyed resolve. He picked up the stack of future letters and, one by one, tossed them into the churning sea. We watched them flutter like white birds before being swallowed by the black water.
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