The year is 2077. Twelve-year-old Kai lived in Neo-Seoul, a vertical city where sunlight was a paid luxury and the real world felt thin, filtered through countless layers of augmented reality. His favorite toy wasn't a holo-drone or a neuro-sim; it was the Apex Construct.
The observatory dome in the mountains of Mauna Kea was cold, sterile, and silent—except for the hushed tapping of Dr. Elara Vance's fingers on a console. Outside, the night was a canvas of impossible, crystal-clear stars. Elara was tracking a new anomaly—a faint, rhythmic signal from a nebula she named "The Weaver."
The observatory dome's glass holds a cold breath, and the world's edge sleeps in the distant city lights below. I am alone, an explorer unfolding the map of infinity. Since you left, the orbits of all love have been unsettled and your light is now a past I can only reach at the speed of light.
Yesterday’s me walked with tired feet and an empty pocket. The streets looked longer than they truly were, and even the sunlight felt heavy. In the middle of that darkness, something soft kept glowing—a stubborn little hope that whispered, “Try again tomorrow.”
Some live to dream, painting tomorrows on the thin walls of sleep, their hearts full of colors the world has yet to name. Some live to make their dreams come true, shaping morning light into something they can hold.
In Minority Report, Steven Spielberg invites us into a future where crime can be stopped before it happens. John Anderton, a dedicated officer, becomes a fugitive after the system predicts he himself will commit murder.
The rain had just stopped when Hana stepped onto Maple Street Station. The city glowed—not with sunlight, but with reflections of everything it had endured. She waited beneath the flickering sign, wondering if Eli still remembered their promise.
Every morning at 8:45, Mina sat by the window of the same café, a quiet corner where the sunlight spilled over her notebook. She wrote letters she never sent, to a man she hadn’t met yet, hoping the kind of love she believed in still existed.
Scene 1 — The Silence of Paper. The library was about to close when Detective Rowan stepped inside. Rain dripped from his coat as he held up a soaked notebook belonging to the man found dead outside, asking the librarian for answers.