Skyward Bastion: 'This city breathes but does it live?'
The city undulated like a living thing, its liquid-metal towers shuddering and pulsating. Aria gazed out over its shifting expanse, the bioluminescent tattoos on her arms flickering in sync with its rhythms. "This city breathes but does it live?" she mused to herself.
"You ponder the nature of existence," a deep, resonant voice spoke from behind. "While I wonder if it will let us live."
Aria turned to see Jaxon, the grizzled rebel commander, approach the observation deck. His weathered eyes scanned the city's twisting silhouette. "We have a window. The core will align in two rotations. We strike then, or never."
"We've been planning this for years," Aria said quietly. "Will it be enough?"
Jaxon's expression was grim, his face a map of scars and determination. "It won't be enough. But it's all we have."