Skywind City, South District.
Wandering the streets, Qi Sheng finds the once familiar homeland utterly foreign.
Looking up, the streets were flanked by skyscrapers piercing the clouds, their surfaces covered in smart glass displaying advertisements for wearable technology.
Beneath his feet, the road was no longer made of asphalt and cobblestones but had been replaced with a more advanced self-luminous material, capable of automatically adjusting brightness according to pedestrian traffic. Advertisement boards by the road were showing weather forecasts and news bulletins.
The city resembled the futuristic world he had fantasized about in his youth—full of life yet devoid of the familiar scents.
Arriving at the street's end, Qi Sheng stopped, looking across the road at a tall building.
Memories flooded in like a tide.
"Are you a tourist visiting? Need any help?"
