The flowering season of the Mechanical World Tree lasted for exactly forty-nine days.
Jian stood before the window of the Café, her quantum left hand tracing unconscious patterns against the glass. Where her translucent fingertips glided, faint trails of data glowed, automatically assembling into an unfamiliar star chart. This was the countless time her limbs had recorded information without her conscious mind retaining a single trace.
"At it again?" Financier Qiyue’s voice approached from behind as he handed her a steaming cup of herbal tea. The wood-like textures from his fusion with the Mechanical World Tree still lingered on his knuckles, aching whenever the rainy season arrived.
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