Emily hadn’t left the museum when the crowds thinned. She stood in the silent gallery, the light dimmed, her reflection hovering next to the war-torn woman on canvas.
Jack was already gone.
But his words lingered.
> "It’s who we choose to become next that matters."
Three days later, the city buzzed again.
But this time, the headlines weren’t about art or architecture.
They were about food.
> “Jack Parker to Revolutionize Rural Farming in Draconia”
> “DragonTech Seeds Break Records in Test Yield Trials”
> “Free Equipment, Training, and Hope: Can One Man Feed a Nation?”
Emily stared at the newsfeed in disbelief. Dragon Innovations hadn’t even finished one rollout before launching another.
But it wasn’t flashy.
There were no neon labs. No drones hovering.
Just dusty r
