Outside the car window, the ripples in the sky pulsed gently, as if responding to his thoughts.
The city stretches below, broken but tenacious, like wild flowers growing in the cracks of the rocks.
Chen Mo suddenly felt that maybe hope never lies in perfect victory.
But in imperfect persistence.
And humanity, the noisiest, most contradictory, most disobedient flower in this cosmic garden, is preparing to reveal its full, chaotic, and beautiful possibilities.
Time is passing.
Flowers are growing.
The story continues.
