“Aria,” he said to the apartment’s AI, his voice dry. “New screensaver?”
He touched the glass. It wasn’t cold. It was warm, alive, humming with a low frequency he felt in his molars. On the other side of the pane, a bird—something real, with feathers and wild eyes—landed on the fence and tilted its head at him. 25h1 windows
Aris felt a pull in his chest. Home. He didn’t know this place, but his bones did. He pressed his palm flat against the pane. The lock mechanism clicked. “Aria,” he said to the apartment’s AI, his voice dry