S-2876 • L3 Sintoluna • D28 Silente
"Sintoluna tunes the sky's final thread. Silente spills luminous stillness. The tide gathers silver in a gentle curve. The narrative feels the portal in the air."
A FEW HOURS LATER
SOLTERRA, NETHERIA, SÃO PAULO, BRASIL
Hikaru woke. He rubbed his forehead, trying to ease the pain throbbing inside his head. Sat up slowly. What the hell had that been?
Boxes were stacked around him, piled among junk, rusted metal, dirty fabrics, and forgotten equipment. Dust filled the air.
Hikaru coughed. The dryness scraped his lungs. Kuso.
"Home sweet home." Shuffling footsteps broke the silence. Saymon approached and crouched before him. "Do whatever you want with the place. You just gotta stay here."
Hikaru frowned. Looked again at the boxes, the rusted metal, and the abandoned objects. "Where am I?"
"You'll find out soon. The Patriarch wants to see you." Saymon held his gaze. "Very soon."