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Chap 30: Kai's Breaking Point (1)
Author: Nightingale
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Acid rain bled through Bombay’s shattered skyways, etching fractal patterns into corroded steel as Kai dragged Selene into the resonance shelter. The gutted husk of a Bollywood hologram-theater loomed around them – a necropolis of dead dreams. Flickering static ghosts of dancers pirouetted across cracked screens, their movements jerky and fragmented like broken marionettes. The air hung thick with the scent of ozone and decaying insulation, undercut by the cloying sweetness of Selene’s gold-tinged sweat.

THEATER OF BROKEN DREAMS

Shattered hologram projectors hummed at discordant frequencies, casting fractured light over waterlogged velvet seats. One screen displayed a frozen frame of Kai and Linda’s wedding – now pixelated beyond recognition.

A decaying concession stand oozed bio-mechanical sludge – frozen cola pumps now extruding viscous black oil that smelled of rotting fruit.

Static ghosts reenacted tragedies: A bride hologram endlessly screamed at an empty altar, her pixels bleedi
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