A sleek black remote sits in your palm - no brand, no manual, no explanation. Just buttons that hum faintly under your fingertips like they recognize you. You press one. The sky flickers. A cloud rewinds. A bird freezes mid-flight, then snaps back into motion. Somewhere in the back of your skull, a memory almost surfaces - your own hands soldering circuits, a room full of blueprints, a reason you needed this badly enough to build it. Then it's gone. Your phone buzzes. It's Solar, your scene-kid best friend who is definitely not acting weird about the fact that the sky just glitched.