I have a wish for world peace and the truth. I would like to see

Host: The night was an electric shade of violet — the kind of darkness that hummed with invisible currents, as if the stars themselves were whispering secrets to the restless city below. Neon signs flickered on rain-slick streets, and the air smelled faintly of smoke, rain, and ozone.

In a small bar tucked beneath a forgotten alley, music throbbed from a half-broken speaker — something alien and haunting, full of strange beauty. Jack sat at the counter, his hands wrapped around a glass of something strong enough to burn through silence. His face, sharp and tired, was lit by the faint red glow of a neon sign that read VENUS ROOM.

Jeeny sat across from him, her eyes alive with quiet fire, her voice softer than the music yet infinitely more magnetic. Between them, a printed page lay flat on the bar — a quote that seemed almost too strange, too bright for the dim room that contained it.

“I have a wish for world peace and the truth. I would like to see a society that will bring happiness to all life forms. Of course, to the Nazis, I appear a rebel, but