THE DOOR
The floating platform moved with a sickeningly smooth, frictionless grace. There was no hum of a combustion engine, no rattle of steel cables. It simply glided upward along an invisible kinetic tether, carrying them higher into the violet, artificial sky of Neo-Pangaea.
Jack stood near the curved glass railing, his hands resting on the immaculate white edge. The Pink High was still coursing through his veins, rendering his pale skin into a luminous, ethereal canvas. Every time he exhaled, tiny, glowing Pink Blossoms materialized in the sterile air, drifting over the edge of the platform and raining down upon the Kinetic Hubs thousands of feet below.
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