The morning came strange.
The light over Seoul didn't feel like sunlight anymore — it shimmered faintly, like code disguised as dawn.
From the balcony, Seo Jin could see it: threads of silver pulsing faintly in the clouds, as if the city itself was breathing.
He stood barefoot, mug of tea cooling in his hands, staring out over the skyline. The streets below moved normally — cars, people, flashing signs — but to him, every motion had a sound.
It was like watching a heart beat under glass.
Behind him, the sound of soft footsteps approached. "You're awake early," Mira said.
Seo Jin didn't turn. "Did I even sleep?"
Mira stopped beside him, tilting its head. The morning light caught on its silver hair — or whatever passed for hair — making it glow faintly. "No. You stayed still long enough to trick your body, but your mind didn't rest."
Seo Jin exhaled through his nose. "Figures."
