Ephemeral Resonance
The glyphs shimmered, not on a screen, but in the condensation of
cyberpunk
Neon & Nerve
The rain tasted like static tonight, a metallic tang on my tongue
Fractured Light, Liquid Heat
The rain always smelled of burnt sugar. Appropriate, considering the residue clinging
The Algorithm of Longing
The rain, a persistent digital murmur against the neon veins of this
Dusk.
The city hummed through the slight shift of her hip—a distant