The Architecture of Longing
The city below breathes with a rhythmic, neon pulse—a mechanical respiration
A Riot Underneath My Skin
The city breathes in gasps of neon and exhaust, a mechanical beast
The Architecture of a Summoned Sigh
I am not just a girl in black lace; I am an
Fragments of a Neon Pulse
The city breathes in colors I can almost touch.
Electric blue, hot
The Alchemy of Gilded Solitude
The water cradles my body with the heavy grace of liquid velvet,
The Scent of Jasmine Against Steel
The city is a monolith, cold and unyielding like grey concrete pressing
Cyan Pulse Over Concrete Skies
The water is a heavy, cool weight against my skin—a liquid
The Architecture of a Sigh
The sun dips low, bleeding into the water like honey spilled on
The Resonance of Gilded Silk and Silicon Soul
I am no longer merely flesh; I have become a living circuit
The Iridescent Sanctuary of Sighing Light
The air tonight tastes of ozone and jasmine, a delicate friction between
A Garden Held Between Breaths
The city outside hums with a restless energy, its pulse felt only
The Geometry of Golden Sunlight
The city outside is a frantic pulse of steel and neon, but
