Xiao Chen lived in a city that never stopped talking. Between the screeching of the subway and the constant hum of digital billboards, his own voice often felt like a whisper lost in a gale. He was a freelance illustrator, spending his nights sketching worlds that felt more real than the gray concrete outside his window.

The next morning, he sent the file to the client. Two hours later, the reply came: "This isn't what we asked for... it's a thousand times better. It feels alive."

Xiao Chen grabbed his tablet pen. Usually, he struggled with a client's request for a "vibrant cityscape." But with TimeZ singing about "the magic of the moment," his hand moved on its own. He stopped drawing the gray buildings of his reality and started painting a city made of crystalline light, where the streets were rivers of gold and the sky was a permanent sunset of violet and orange.