February 22nd, 2028 — TG Tower, Bonifacio Global City
7:10 AM
The first day of migration had a strange energy in the air—half excitement, half organized chaos. It was the kind of morning where the city felt different, as if it sensed a new power being stitched into its skyline.
TG Tower wasn't opening to the public yet.
But today, it would breathe for the first time.
Timothy stepped out of the elevator on the 12th floor—the first of the newly assigned administrative clusters. Hana followed him with her tablet, already flooded with documents, names, and department maps. And behind them trailed a small group of assistants, all moving with the quiet urgency of people who knew they were building something historic.
When the elevator doors slid open, Timothy was greeted by a sight he had anticipated—and demanded.
Organized movement.
Not confusion.
Not noise.
Not panic.
