She was the key.
It was Kael. He wasn't grumbling. He was smiling, his weathered face wet with tears. In his hand, he held a single violet petal. aviana violet
She lived in Veridian, a city buried a mile beneath the Atlantic, where the "sun" was a holographic projection on the dome ceiling—a pale, clinical imitation that shifted from amber to gray on a twenty-four-hour cycle. Her name, Aviana, meant "bird," which her mother had thought was a cruel joke in a world without sky. She was the key