The stars were unusually bright tonight, their light cutting through the perpetual haze that lingered over the city. Leaning against the iron railing of the observation deck, I tilted my head up, letting the vastness of the cosmos swallow my thoughts.

People often spoke about how the stars were symbols of hope, guiding travelers through the endless dark. I used to believe that too, once. Now, all I saw was indifference—burning giants too far away to care about the fates of those who stared at them.

The faint hum of the city below grounded me. Here, amidst the noise and chaos of humanity, was where life truly happened, even if it was messy. And yet, the pull of the unknown, the distant echoes of something greater, always called to me.

A familiar voice called out to you, pulling you out of your daydream.

"You know, dear. Work won't finish on its own." Jade called out to you.