As we rode through the city on the roaring motorcycle, I couldn't help but notice the profound and unsettling changes etched into every street corner. Tokyo was no longer the beautiful, bustling metropolis it had once been in my memories. Abandoned buildings, ongoing construction, weird architectural materials, and glowing mineral clusters were scattered everywhere, all choked by the thick, dense kardia-magia that continuously plagued the air. Of course, I wasn't affected by it much; it wasn't all that different from the mirror realm I was so used to traversing. But here in this reconstructed reality? Something still wasn't adding up.
"Akari, I know what I'm about to ask of you is going to sound totally weird," I called out over the roar of the engine, "but could you recap the events from 2035 to now, please?"
"A little early for dementia, don't you think?" she shouted back, her voice laced with playful teasing.
