As the beat dropped into a kaleidoscopic burst of synth, Elara kicked off.

Above, the stars were so bright they looked like spilled diamonds on velvet. Below, the city was just a glowing circuit board, powerless to reach her. For the first time in her life, the weight was gone. She wasn't Elara the Scavenger anymore. She was the song. She was the wind. She was finally flying.

In her cramped workshop, a bootlegged frequency began to pulse through her headset. It was a voice—silky, defiant, and soaring—cutting through the static of the city’s industrial roar. “I believe I can touch the sky,” the singer promised. It was a Galantis broadcast, a legendary signal sent from the clouds by the rebels of the Up-Side.