As she entered the Maw’s vestibule, a massive holo‑screen lit up, projecting a serene image of a sunrise over a forest—an ironic reminder of a world that existed before the city’s digital sprawl. The core of the tower lay ahead, a cavernous chamber of floating holo‑discs, each spinning with streams of data that glowed like fireflies.
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