"When do you feel you're at your most beautiful?"
"After work, sitting quietly in the car."
...
With a beat slightly tainted by electromagnetic noise, songs from hundreds of years ago still remain classics. The simple exchange of greetings between the man and the woman feels like a familiar detail from life, commonplace yet irresistibly replay-worthy.
Outside the car window, the world changes between light and shadow under the fierce sunshine. It remains the same hot summer, the same familiar cicada cries, but the environment has changed.
[Z351 station has arrived, passengers please disembark orderly]
The car doors slide open, and the heat wave outside, accompanied by the subtle chirping of insects and birds, grazes her skin, prompting the young girl to lightly shield her forehead with her hand as she lightly steps down onto the platform.
Standing beneath the rust-stained station sign, Tilan looks up, the sky exceptionally blue here, the wind carrying a warm feeling.
