The world had changed.

Two months after the Phoenix Event, humanity stood on the edge of something new cities alive with bioluminescent vines that pulsed with quiet rhythm, energy grids powered by invisible currents, and skies that shimmered in colors no one had seen before.

They called it The Renewal.

Carson called it her.

Every dawn, when the light broke over the horizon in waves of amber and violet, he felt her presence in the wind, soft laughter hidden in the rustle of leaves, her heartbeat ...