A pair of older students walked along the overhead path, speaking quietly—just loud enough for nearby ears to catch fragments of their conversation.
They weren't whispering, but they weren't trying to be overheard. Just talking like the day was theirs and nothing needed rushing.
One of them mentioned Astralis Points and how some couples used them to reserve lounges that floated near the city's rim.
These are not the kind of public lounges built for study or casual rest, but private ones—quiet spaces with soft lighting and transparent floors suspended high enough that you could see the stars without buildings cutting in.
The other added that this month's meteor shower would be strongest during the twin moons' alignment, and that the view from those lounges would be uninterrupted.
Ethan didn't join their conversation. He didn't even look up. But the idea lodged itself in the back of his mind like a smooth stone dropped into still water.
