"The music is down there," she said, nodding toward the street. "This up here? This is just gravity having a conversation with your ego. Gravity always wins the argument, Elias. That’s why it’s boring."

The city of Ouroboros never slept; it only vibrated in a low, hum of neon and rain. Elias stood on the rusted fire escape of the 42nd floor, the soles of his boots gripping the wet metal. Below, the traffic was a river of blurred red and white lights, a circuit board powering a machine that didn’t care if he was part of it or not.

"The call isn't about the fall," Jax whispered, her eyes reflecting the flickering blue of a billboard across the street. "It's about the fact that you could . It’s the only time you actually feel the weight of being alive—right when you're contemplating losing it."