The neon lights of Crystal City still bled into the night sky, but tonight they seemed more distant, more detached. I, Marlene, stood at the doorway of my apartment, a potted plant in one hand and a simple backpack slung over my shoulder. It was time to leave the electric wilderness that had been my home.
With a determined stride, I headed towards the elevator, its doors sliding open with a hiss. The descent was a quiet one, a solitary journey down from my high-rise refuge to the pulsating heart of the city. "Here we go," I whispered to myself, reaffirming my resolve to leave behind a life defined by the relentless ambition that Crystal City demanded.
The elevator dinged at the ground level, and I stepped out into the bustling city street, a stark contrast to the secluded quiet of my apartment. The streets were alive with the hum of activity, people and machines intertwined in a dance of urban existence.
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