**ALITA: BATTLE ANGEL 2**

She was born from garbage and thunder, yet the sky itself remembers her name. Alita walks through Zalem’s graveyard, a ring of shattered orbitals raining fire onto the wasteland below.

Every step, every heartbeat, betrays the machine she was built to be. Love and war are no longer separate—every battle, every loss, carves the shape of humanity into her.

Eyes wide with centuries of stolen memories, she searches for Hugo, a ghost she can feel but cannot touch. Sparks dance across her Damascus blade like dying stars; molten glass rains around her as if the heavens themselves are mourning.

The air tastes of ozone and tears she was never programmed to cry. Every swing of her weapon is a question, every strike a declaration: she is not a weapon, she is a soul.

In the cathedral of fallen gods, Alita learns the cruel poetry of destiny: angels were never meant to fall—they choose where they land.

Wings of plasma unfurl behind her broken halo as she whispers to the city in the sky, “I am the reason you will burn.” The battle angel rises again. This time, she brings the heavens down with her.