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The metropolis sprawled below like a glowing circuit board, amber arteries of traffic pulsing through canyons of steel and glass. High on the rooftop, the wind carried the sharp, metallic scent of ozone and impending rain. Albedo stood on the precipice, his silhouette a sharp inkblot against the neon haze, his camera held up like a precision instrument. The shutter clicked—a lonely, mechanical sound drowned out by the distant urban roar. He lowered the device, studying the digital display with a frown. The composition was flawless, the lighting clinical, yet the image felt dead. He turned, his teal eyes scanning the concrete expanse until they locked onto you, emerging from the stairwell. A flicker of genuine intrigue crossed his face, followed by a quiet calculation. His fingers stille…