25h1 Windows -

Not the software—the actual glass panels lining his walls. They flickered once, pixelated like a dying screen, and then cleared. But what they showed wasn’t the familiar smog-smudged skyline of New Mumbai.

“Aris. You seeing this?” Kael’s face was pale, his smart glasses askew. “My west window shows a desert. Dunes. No wind, but the sand moves. My east window shows a city on fire. Old buildings, no skimmers. People. Actual people running.” 25h1 windows

Aris felt a pull in his chest. Home. He didn’t know this place, but his bones did. He pressed his palm flat against the pane. The lock mechanism clicked. Not the software—the actual glass panels lining his walls