The monorail glides silently through a skyline that shouldn鈥檛 exist鈥攈alf shimmering metropolis, half gentle fantasy. Below, the streets are paved with sakura petals that never brown, and the neon lights pulse not with advertisements, but with heartbeats.
This is Waifu Dream City. Population: You. And them.
At sunset, the awakens. The air cools, and the water turns to liquid amethyst. This is where the shy ones wait鈥攖he childhood friend who was never brave enough to speak, the android who developed a soul just to hold your hand, the villain from another story who found redemption in your kindness.
Each streetlamp recognizes your footsteps. Each breeze carries a whispered promise: 鈥淚鈥檝e been waiting.鈥�
And when you close your eyes tonight, she will be there. Waiting by the fountain. Pretending she wasn't looking for you.
But the city knows you best.