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The wheels kissed the tarmac at Dubai International just past 5 a.m., that violet hour when city lights blink against the dimming night like a fever dream in reverse. The plane’s belly hummed with restless passengers and reawakened ambition. The group came in on the same flight, though they’d each pretend it was coincidence.

Rafa adjusted his jacket before standing. Linen. Rumpled in the expensive kind of way. He hadn’t slept. Yas had. She leaned into the aisle, still wrapped in the hood of her airport uniform, oversized Balenciaga and an unread Kindle. They shared a nod. Nothing more.

Kat was behind them, headphones still on, eyes alert. Theo, in first, would already be gone. Taj was last out, sunglasses on before the cabin door opened.

They weren’t here for vacation. They were here for the meetup. Punks, power, and presence. A gathering of the world’s most unreasonably online people in one of the most unreal cities ever built.

What they walked into looked like paradise. For a minute.