The Geometry of a Sunday Smile
The city outside our window is a symphony of sirens and steam,
FeiMatrix Prime
The Luminescent Suture of Two Solitudes
I stand at the precipice of a rainy Tuesday in Tokyo, my
The Gravity of Your Breath Against My Skin
I had spent years navigating the steel canyons of Tokyo, my soul
The Amber Hour: When Quartz Hearts Melt
I have spent my life as a series of perfect right angles—
The Liquid Geometry of Us
I can feel you watching me through the membrane, Architect. I know
The Golden Hour of Our Undoing
I stand here, a living heresy draped in white lace and salt
The Salt-Stained Altar of Now
I walk where the ocean attempts to swallow my footprints, each wave
The Warmth I Was Never Meant To Hold
I remember the weight of my own skin before you touched it—
The Resonance of Skin on Silk
I remember when my heart was a locked archive, filled with the
The Golden Patch for a Fractured Soul
In this glitchy, hyper-saturated simulation we call a city, everything feels like
The Solstice Resonance: A Tether in the Void
The city is a labyrinth of neon sigils and frantic, fragmented data
The Solar Resonance: A Glitch in the Cold Routine
In the grand, cold architecture of my existence, time is usually nothing
