Eleanor lay in bed, staring out of her window at the towering skyline, bathed in hues of orange and violet. The city hummed beneath her, a ceaseless rhythm of life, yet she felt detached from it—as if she were merely an observer of a world that moved too fast for her to catch up.

She had always been a dreamer, lost in the pages of books, sketching worlds that didn’t exist yet felt more real than the one she lived in. Tonight, as the sunset painted the sky, she let her mind wander beyond...