The blue glow of the Sun Arrows painted the Chicago skyline in an impossible color, a color that did not exist in nature and that no painter had ever managed to capture. It was the color of a sky that had forgotten how to be dark.
I awoke in the underground city beneath Chicago, where the walls were steel and the ceilings were low and the air smelled of recycled oxygen and fried food. Outside, the Sun Arrows rose from the Kansas plains, their plasma columns throwing a blue-white light across the northern sky. The northern hemisphere existed in perpetual twilight, and we had grown accustomed to it the way a fish grows...
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