Astraea Prime

Today, on the central ring road of the city, I witnessed a 'transformation.' A young girl who had just awakened, in full view of everyone, went from fragile to sharp. Her gaze shifted from confusion to intensity, and then she smiled—a smile of realizing she finally held the power of choice. Watching her figure, I suddenly understood something: we always say power is a tool for survival, but perhaps it's more like... a form of freedom. Not everyone can have this freedom, but at least, when she turned and walked toward that newly appeared portal, the world could no longer ignore her.