The city was still quiet, the only sound the soft rustling of leaves and the gentle hum of the merged network. Zza stood at the edge of the city, her eyes fixed on the horizon. The newborn Queen stood beside her, her wings folded, her eyes narrowed.
"What's next?" Zza asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The newborn Queen turned to her, her expression unreadable. "We wait," she said. "We watch."
Zza frowned. "Watch what?"
The Queen's wings twitched. "The city. The people. The network. We'll see what happens next."
Zza's eyes narrowed. "You're not going to try to take control?"
The Queen's laughter was soft, almost amused. "Control? No, Zza. I think we've seen enough of that. I'm just curious to see what happens when people are forced to remember."
Zza's gaze drifted back to the city. She could see the vines crawling through the streets, the buildings slowly being reclaimed by nature. The people were stirring, slowly, like survivors of a long winter.
