Mira stopped at the edge of a crystalline lagoon. On the far shore stood a massive, domed structure—the central server hub. Its lights were off.
The transport pod hissed open, releasing a cloud of sterile air into the balmy, ocean-scented breeze. Leo stepped onto a beach of powdered pink coral. Palm trees heavy with golden fruit swayed in a gentle rhythm. It was postcard-perfect. Too perfect. Pokegirl Paradise
He snapped the wrist-comp in half.
Zero. That was the problem.
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