Far beyond shipping routes and satellite scans, there floated a city the world had forgotten.
It drifted above the ocean like a silver dream. Glass bridges shimmered under sunlight. Towers rose like crystal spears into the sky. At night, the city hummed softly, as if whispering secrets to the stars.
Yet every morning, something strange happened.
The people forgot the city's name.
They would gather in cafés and markets, trying to recall it.
"It started with an A," someone would insist.
"No, no… it had an S."
Arguments would begin, then slowly fade. By noon, they would give up.
And life would continue.
Only one person truly cared.
At the edge of the city lived a sixteen-year-old boy named Arin.
And Arin did not just forget.
He wondered.