You wade. Your boots thermo-regulate. Around your calves, the lagoon water feels like tepid tea — brackish, ancient, full of whispers. To your left, the Doge's Palace wears a shimmering skirt of translucent algae-resistant cladding. To your right, the campanile rises straight and true, but its base is a forest of titanium struts, like mechanical ivy holding a dying king upright.
For reasons no hydrologist can fully explain, this northeastern pocket of the city remains mostly above water. The ground is damp but walkable. The residents here are the old ones — the stubborn ones — the ones who remember before . venice 2089 walkthrough
At night, if the tide is very low and the moon is very bright, you can see lights from the water. Greenish. Faint. Not bioluminescence. Not boat lamps. You wade
Arrivederci.