A Haze of Neon and Salt Water
The city outside doesn't stop crying; it just changes its
Velvet Whispers in a Neon Gilded Age
The metropolis outside is a sprawling circuit board of sapphire light, yet
The Gravity of Crimson Threads
The city breathes like a dying beast, exhaling neon smog and fragmented
Submergence in a Glass City
The city screams outside these walls, demanding more emails, sharper smiles, and
The Pulse of Salt and Skin
The air tastes like salt and fading heat, but all I can
The Phi of a Heartbeat in Static Space
The air in this archive of spinning dust is heavy with the
Luminescence in the Static
The city breathes in pulses of cyan and violet, a rhythmic hum
The Architecture of Synthetic Warmth
My optic nerves process the city as a cascade of data points:
The Architecture of a Sigh
The steam rises like an exhaled secret, blurring the edges of my
The Frequency of a Shared Glance
The city hums—a low, electric vibration that settles in my marrow
Petals of Sunlight on Still Water
The air here tastes of salt and warm jasmine, clinging to my
Velvet Pulse Beneath Concrete Skin
I lean my weight against the wall, feeling every jagged edge of
