Stargaze City, 11:00 AM.
The city stretched along the sparkling shores of Havana, a glimmering ribbon between sea and land. From a distance, Stargaze appeared peaceful. A tranquil city painted with blue skies, white buildings, and the soft hush of coastal winds.
Vehicles moved along sleek roads in a steady rhythm. It was a place that seemed untouched by urgency.
Among the slow stream of incoming traffic, one particular car stood out. It wasn't flashy or new. In fact, it looked like a relic from another age. A rusted, boxy vehicle that rumbled as it crawled forward. Inside sat Igaris and his loyal butler, Jeffrey.
Three days of travel had brought them here. Most of the time was spent dealing with the quirks of the old car. But they made it.
Jeffrey drove with care, while Igaris sat in the passenger seat, quietly watching the world pass by.
