Sūrya stands at the advisory rail, facing the twelve Council members, the bioluminescent ceiling casting a warm glow over the declining graphs on VEDA's wall.The stark white line of the NOVELTY INDEX descends over three centuries, reflecting Arhat's calm presence in the dim observation chamber.Arhat sits composed in the central chair, his hand paused mid-gesture, as the graphs behind him descend into shadow.Dhruv sits frail in his chair, dove-gray robe draped, eyes wet and steady, as dust motes dance in the warm light.Sūrya stands in the doorway, half-lit by the corridor's warm light, her hand on the frame, eyes hidden in shadow.Sūrya stands at the advisory rail, the bioluminescent ceiling casting a cool light on the residue-laden walls, Renna's empty chair a stark reminder.The Council display wall shows a declining novelty index, while three members sit quietly, Renna's empty chair a stark presence.The 94% satisfaction line stretches unyielding across the century, while softer curves fade below, Renna's empty chair a silent witness.Sūrya presses her thumb against the silvered mesh scar at her temple, gray eyes fixed on the unseen display wall.Sūrya stands in the doorway, backlit by the corridor's warm glow, her hand resting on the frame, facing the shadows within.
