Kael ventured to the rooftop of his apartment building that night, key clutched tightly. The city stretched beneath him: neon veins of light coursing across streets and towers, the hum of hovercars, the soft glow of holographic advertisements. Yet amid the familiar chaos, something was… different.
The skyline rippled. Buildings flickered, revealing structures that defied architecture: floating towers, bridges made of shimmering light, spires that bent impossibly toward the heavens. Kael's pulse quickened. Could this be the anomaly again? Or had the key… done this?
A shadow passed overhead: a figure with wings that caught the neon light like glass. Myth or hallucination? Kael didn't know. But he felt it deep in his bones: this was the start of a journey he could not undo. Somewhere out there, a world beyond his own was waiting, and he had been summoned to step into it.
As he stared at the shifting skyline, a whisper echoed faintly in the wind: "You have been chosen… and the realms are awakening."
Kael swallowed hard. For the first time, he understood that nothing about his life would ever be the same.