The morning felt ordinary, though nothing in Capaldi ever truly was. The whole city still slept beneath a veil of silver mist, the streets hushed as if the world itself was holding its breath. The first rays of light slipped quietly across the blue planet and found their way into Capaldi, scattering across crystal roofs and glass towers until the entire skyline seemed to wake in slow motion. The majestic Capaldi rose to life in the arms of dawn.
In one of its tall quiet houses, Dylan stirred awake. He had slept late the previous night, too many thoughts, too many plans tucked behind that calm face of his. The light crawled across the curtains, brushing his hair with gold. His eyes opened slowly. For a long moment, he simply lay there, watching the play of light on the ceiling, his thoughts far, far away.
Then, the faintest movement pulled him back; Lena's soft stirring beside him. She shifted in sleep, her hair spilling across the pillow like a pool of night itself.
