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"She was born to fly, but she has never seen the real sky."
In this white city suspended in the clouds, "lightness" is a privilege and "falling" is a taboo.
Sird - the heir to the main city, the one thousand and seventh rebel staring out the window.
Her blood makes her levitate, but her soul longs for the earth.
"We drink their life, they bear our sins."
The stolen blue-gold blood flows in the rusty red pipes of the lower city.
Jax, the engineer with the first-generation code embedded in his arm, caught her falling from the sky.
When the "star" in the nursery rhyme climbs up the white tower's throat,
When metal roses bloom on corpses,
When the dead return from the cold light to vote—
"Are you going to be the pruner, or the branch being pruned?"
▌ An interstellar fable about falling and flying
▌ An ultimate symbiotic experiment of flesh and metal
▌ All choices will be revealed at the dawn of the 107th day
> "Remember, the cruelest yoke is often as light as a feather."
> ——Lira "True History Book·Forbidden Chapter"
