The city was still asleep when Lívia Andrade felt the first pulse. It wasn't pain. It was… a calling. She woke up with her heart racing, the apartment window trembling slightly, as if the dawn light were vibrating in the air. When she sat up in bed, she saw colorful reflections dancing on the walls—pink, blue, violet—following the rhythm of her breathing. "Okay… this is new," she murmured. As she stood up, the pulse quickened. It wasn't coming from her. It was coming from the city.