Trip 42132898 had no guide, no schedule. Instead, the group began to move through the gallery in a slow, improvised fashion. They paired their own garments with the phantom ones. Mira’s copper jumpsuit caught the light of a holographic skirt that remembered rain. Kai’s cloak draped over a mannequin wearing a collar of recycled neural nets—the two ensembles humming together like tuning forks.

Beside her, Kai, a retired competitive swimmer turned marine biologist, had shed his team-branded fleece for a zero-waste bioluminescent cloak. The algae within the seams glowed deep teal with each exhale, mapping his breath against the dark. He had cultivated the organisms himself in a lab tank, feeding them his own carbon dioxide for six months.

The cable car groaned. The glass above them spiderwebbed.