The shuttle glided smoothly along its track, a gentle hum resonating through the sleek seats and tempered windows.
Outside, the skyline of PWC unfolded like a vibrant mural,steel, glass, and marble rising in harmonious layers against the pale blue sky.
With each passing moment, the PWC revealed its intricate veins: wide thoroughfares, looping transit lines, and clusters of towers designed to impress not just citizens but history itself.
Charlotte sat slightly angled toward Victor, her legs crossed and hands folded neatly in her lap.
A faint smile played on her lips, yet her eyes remained sharp and focused,never drifting without purpose.
To an observer, she might have seemed casually curious but beneath that surface lay questions that probed deeper than they appeared.
