The rain fell in sheets of liquid neon, sizzling as it hit the steel bones of Neo-Noctis. High above the city’s streets, in the neon haze of the Abyssal Spires, Data streamed through the sky like restless ghosts, whispering secrets only the worthy could hear. Nearly the entire world could be seen from the highest spire, But once up there, One would get reduced to ash and lines of code.
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