DystopiaFemale LeadGrimdarkLocal ProtagonistMystery
World of glass. Light is a resource. Color is a physical force. Red heats. Blue sparks. Green heals. Everyone wears a respirator. No one asks why
Rin is an appraiser in a dusty pawnshop. She weighs dust, logs purity, and ignores the growing crack in the eastern wall. One day, she finds a gray tube. The spectroscope shows 0. A physical impossibility.
When the first light vanishes and the glass beneath her feet begins to sing, Rin stays silent. But the shadows are shifting. The footprints no longer match those who left them. Stay and fade with the world, or follow the void where the colors used to be?
