Jinghua was the kind of city that looked like it had been dreamed by someone with a soft heart and then engineered by someone with a very sharp mind. It hovered over the ocean in layers of silver towers, glass bridges, and green terraces that never seemed to end. At night the whole place glowed in a way that made the sea look black and gentle, like a giant piece of silk moving under the moon. The streets were clean, the air was clean, even the rain seemed to fall with a kind of order here, as if the weather itself knew it was living inside a future that had already made peace with beauty.
