Part 3 : Fading

Just as everything seemed to be flourishing and the future within reach, the blue glass overhead suddenly cracked. Shards of it began to fall, one after another, and the once-awakened buildings started to return to the core of the flying vessel. Like childhood balloons, they drifted slowly away.

The doll reached out, trying to grasp them—but could never catch up. At the moment they ascended into the sky, most of the UFO-shaped structures burst and vanished, leaving only a single one at the center still gleaming—like a lingering belief that refused to fade.

The shattered blue glass rained down upon the land, resembling both the coming of an apocalypse and the scattering of seeds. On this capitalized socialist soil, they took root once more, giving rise to a new generation of postmodern architecture—minimalist, austere, and alienated.