Docklands

The Docklands stretch as a low-lying expanse of industrial docks and waterways under an overcast sky, its wet tarmac glistening under the helicopter's landing lights. ATC’s voice cuts through static, guiding the pilot toward a narrow pad marked by pulsing amber lights. The surrounding dockside buildings loom as dark silhouettes, their cranes and gantries silent in the night. The air carries the acrid tang of fuel and saltwater, mingling with the hum of helicopter rotors and the distant clatter of automated container handlers. Though seemingly ordinary, the Docklands hold unseen tensions—the helicopter’s approach brushes against an imminent supernatural convergence.