In the future, Tokyo is made of crystal. Starlight dances off the streets and makes the towering buildings sparkle. Moonlight brings the world to life. Sunlight is too bright to bear, so all who live here drift to sleep at dawn.
One person wakes at sunset, when the city is cast in gold. Her long, lean form bends over the balcony outside her bedroom. A cooling breeze lifts her sandy hair from her brow and ruffles the silk of her nightshirt. The scent of seawater drifts through the air; she knows that her lover is there before she speaks.
"Haruka."