The neon hum of the wasn't just noise; it was the heartbeat of a city that had forgotten how to sleep.
"The 404 doesn't go anywhere," the man laughed. "That’s why they call it the Void." DETBITINIS AUTOBUSOS TERMINALAS 1.39
Just then, a low-frequency rumble shook the floor. A battered, matte-black bus pulled into Bay 12. Its doors hissed open, releasing a cloud of cooling vapor. There was no driver, only a flickering holographic interface of an old woman knitting. The neon hum of the wasn't just noise;