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Skyline City, Skyline Terminal.
The young man stood there, gazing at the serene city in the distance, light and shadow slanting from afar, forming a dividing line in the city center. Seabirds flew across the clear sky, emitting crisp cries.
Was it an illusion?
He seemed to hear the sound of the waves, layer upon layer of waves pushed onto the pale white sand, covering the gravel and milky white pebbles. Occasionally, larger waves crashed onto the beach, with blue whales stranded one by one, their massive bodies blocking the light, breathing heavily, heavily...
The illusion shattered.
He saw a gray city.
Curved skyscrapers stood under the gloom, making it hard to breathe.
They were the ones emitting a lament.
"The skyline isn't anything beautiful either."
"It's all a lie," the young man murmured.
"This is not Heaven."
