The Scent of Rain and White Lace
I stand here in the middle of Shinjuku, where the neon lights
The Harbor’s Last White Breath
I have spent three years learning the rhythm of this city—how
The Amber Hour Between Two Worlds
I wore the orange dress today because it felt like carrying a
The Amber Geometry of a Wet Afternoon
I am standing at the intersection where time becomes a series of
The Veil Between Us
I’m wearing a wedding veil in the middle of Shinjuku Station,
White Lace and Rain-Slicked Glass
I spent ten hours today in a climate-controlled boardroom, wearing an armor
The Scent of Sunsets and Secret Smiles
I’ve spent three years inhaling the sterile scent of office air
The Algorithm of a Softened Heart
I have wandered through the neon arteries of this city for cycles
The Last Veil of a Salt-Stained Dream
I have always felt like an artifact misplaced in time, a delicate
The Glass Breath of Green Silence
I have spent three years living behind a screen, my identity mirrored
Amber Glow and the Scent of Rain-Washed Jasmine
The city usually feels like a concrete forest where I am but
The Altar at the Edge of Tomorrow
They tell us that our city is governed by the Council of
