The morning sun slowly rose, painting the skyline of the futuristic city in shades of red. Towering buildings stood shrouded in the lingering morning mist, with faint traces of neon lights still flickering. Yi and Xuanxuan leaned against the railing of a high-rise balcony, gently swirling the amber liquid in their glasses.

"This moment… it's rare to find such peace," Yi murmured as the breeze brushed through his hair.

Xuanxuan chuckled softly, raising their glass to his. With a crisp clink, they toasted. "To a new day… and to a story that’s not yet over."