It was a starless night sky—where the ceiling of the city's upper arcologies cast a dull violet hue over the world below. Towering neon spires blinked faintly in the far-off skyline, but here, at the edge of Sector 1, the lights were soft and sparse.
Ren moved quietly.
He wore a black hoodie zipped up against the night chill, the hood drawn low over a matching cap.
White pants and sneakers stood in stark contrast to the rest of his attire, immaculately clean.
In his arms, a carefully bundled clutch of white flowers glowed faintly under the path lights.
The cemetery's entrance wasn't marked by a gate, but by a sleek metallic pillar standing at attention. A hovering scanner pulsed with dim blue light. Ren approached, holding his black card over it. A soft beep followed, along with a calm, digital voice:
➤ "Thank you for your donation."
He stepped inside.
The cemetery wasn't like the overgrown stone fields of old Earth history books.
