[Signal Detected…]
>>> Frequency unstable.
>>> Origin unknown.

There is a place where light fractures into two worlds.
One rises, gleaming, chasing the sky.
The other sinks, restless, bound to the earth.

Both are alive. Both are dying.

The towers promise progress, yet echo with hollow footsteps.
The streets below burn with fire, yet flicker with fragile hope.
Between them, a wound of light cuts the city in half — a scar no hand can heal.

They say the city dreams, but its dreams are not its own.
They belong to the countless souls who walk and fall, rise and break, love and vanish.
Listen closely, and you will hear it — a heartbeat that is not yours, yet pulls you closer.

Is it calling for salvation?
Or is it calling for surrender?

You decide.

[Signal End…]