The upper floor of Alfa Station was nothing like the bustling decks below.
As Emery passed through the transition gate, the air itself seemed to change—lighter, crisper, tinged with the faint hum of regulated formations. Before him stretched an entire suspended city, carved into the crown of the massive station. Hundreds of towers rose skyward, some disappearing into the glittering veil of the dome, their surfaces alive with cascading arrays of neon light. Wide avenues sparkled with rivers of suspended vehicles and footbridges woven like threads of silver, while holographic banners bloomed across the skyline, advertising everything from rare entertainment houses to luxurious arenas.
To Emery, who had once wandered this place forty years ago, it felt almost nostalgic.
