Sci-Fi

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The world below had long since become a memory—a patchwork of rusted rails, cracked highways, and cities that whispered their own demise into the wind. Above it all, suspended on currents of ionized vapor and ancient magnetic fields, drifted a place few had ever seen and fewer still believed could exist: the City of Aetheria.

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Elara was a cartographer, but not of lands you could see. Her maps were woven from starlight and the whispers of ancient glaciers. One night, while charting the silence between constellations, she noticed a tear in the sky, a shimmering fissure that bled a faint, silver light. It was a route, a path to somewhere else entirely.