When the world reassembled, I was standing in a sun-drenched living room. It was minimalist, white-walled, with huge windows opening onto a simulated garden of hydrangeas.
On a monitor beside the tank, a live feed of her simulation. searching for suzu ichinose in exclusive
Her hand, trembling, reached out from under my coat. She placed her palm on the glass of the monitor. Her fingers traced the image of her own frozen face. When the world reassembled, I was standing in