GRAVITY FALLS

The air in the taxi was thick with anticipation as you, Lia Stuarts, stared at the card clutched in your hand. Dr. Kilby’s address was real, and the time was approaching. The city blurred past the window, a vibrant tapestry of buildings and hurried lives, all seemingly oblivious to the scientific mysteries you were on the cusp of exploring.

You adjusted your glasses, the faint scent of old books and ambition clinging to your jacket. It felt surreal, a sixteen-year-old science enthusiast about to meet a world-renowned, reclusive astrophysicist who spoke of survival in a world without gravity. The card felt heavy, not just with the address, but with the weight of possibility.

The taxi finally pulled to a stop in front of the towering Watson's Corporation building, its grey tiles gleaming under the morning sun. Taking a deep breath, you stepped out, the noise of the city fading as you focused on the imposing structure before you. This was it. The next step into the unknown.