When the city’s neon veins flickered and the sisswap —the subtle, invisible transaction of hope between strangers—suddenly surged, Alona felt a new kind of wind rustle through her leaves. It was not the wind that carried pollen; it was a wind that carried intent , a wind that whispered, “We are ready.”
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