Neo-Seoul no longer dreamed.
The city breathed in smog and exhaled silence.
Towers rose like tombstones.
Neon flickered likedying nerves.
Jin-ho watched it all from the cracked window of his coffin apartment and felt nothing.
Not sadness. Not anger.
Only fatigue.
The world had become a loop—work, sleep, survive.
Humanity had solved hunger with synthetic
paste and cured loneliness with subscription-based companionship.
But meaning?
Meaning had gone extinct.
Until Neural Nexus appeared.