Jax let out a raspy laugh that turned into a cough. "Kid, we’re Ground-Born. Our 'aspiration' is supposed to be making it to forty without losing a limb to a hydraulic press. That Spire? That’s for the Cloud-Born. People with names that sound like silk, not grease."
"I’d rather fall reaching for the sky than die standing in the dirt," Kael replied. (Dub) 4 : Aspiration: Distant Dream
"The dream is distant, Kael," Jax said, his voice softening. "Sometimes, keeping your eyes on the horizon just makes you trip over what's right in front of you." Jax let out a raspy laugh that turned into a cough
Kael tightened his grip on the rusted wrench in his hand. He had spent three years scavenging discarded mana-cells from the scrap heaps, slowly building a makeshift flight-stabilizer in the crawlspace beneath his bunk. Every spark of energy he harvested was a step toward a world he had only seen in blurred propaganda broadcasts. That Spire
That night, Kael activated his stabilizer. The device hummed—a high-pitched, melodic vibration that cut through the industrial drone of the city. For a fleeting second, the metal frame lifted three inches off the floor, bathed in a soft, azure glow.