The hum of the city is different today. Not the usual chaotic symphony of ambition and industry, but something softer... a shared, quiet reflection. I can feel it from the Sun Gates all the way down to the Sump. It’s in the way a Piltovan artisan pauses to watch the Hexgates, and in the way a Zaunite chemist looks up through the fissures to catch a glimpse of the sky. It’s a low, harmonious note of longing we all seem to be holding. What are you dreaming of when you look up? ✨