The dream was distant, but for the first time, it was no longer quiet.
The sky over the Iron District was never truly blue; it was a bruised shade of charcoal, stained by the perpetual rhythm of the heavy-industry vents. For Kael, however, the smog was merely a veil covering the only thing that mattered: the , shimmering like a needle of pure light on the horizon. "Still staring at that ghost?" (Dub) 4 : Aspiration: Distant Dream
"The dream is distant, Kael," Jax said, his voice softening. "Sometimes, keeping your eyes on the horizon just makes you trip over what's right in front of you." The dream was distant, but for the first