CHAPTER ONE
Abdicate the Tower
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Isla stared blankly at the brick bridge that led from the heart of downtown Glass Heights to one of the city’s developed islands - Emerald Island, the jewel of the Navigation River.
Misty orange light pollution hung above the city, eerie and dissonant. Just beyond the bridge, the island’s buildings- built in the modern glass style that characterized much of the (aptly named) city- glowed amongst the darkness of the luscious plant life that populated the (also aptly named) island. Even at 3 in the morning, the island showed signs of life; portions of the nearly transparent glass buildings were awash with light and distant flashes of movement. The shopping district in the center of the island was faintly visible as colorful neon lights and moving traffic.
I envy their auspicious reasons for being awake at this bleak hour.
It was a strange view - the juxtaposition of technology and nature. She found herself appreciating it in spite of herself.
A scene worth appreciating; the kind of sight for which you drop the past and future to step into the present - just for one brief, ethereal moment.
Emphasis on the word ‘brief’.
Sometimes I wish I could stretch moments like this into infinity, but I think I’d actually hate that too.
Isla drew her focus back to the present. The bridge’s well-lit walkway stood still and silent in the streetlights. Light glittered in Isla’s long black (highlighted with neon red