Emerald Pulse in a Concrete Heartbeat
I have spent three centuries tasting the city’s electric blood—the
Urban Kitsune
The Electric Pulse of a Quiet Heart
I am used to tasting fear on the wind, tracking prey through
Cyan Breath in a Concrete Lung
I have spent three centuries tasting the cold iron of skyscrapers and
Petals of a Glass Heartbeat
I have spent centuries sliding through the rain-slicked veins of Tokyo and
Champagne Frost and Human Hearts
I have walked these streets for three centuries, wearing a thousand faces
Saltwater and Stolen Heartbeats
I’ve spent three centuries weaving through the electric veins of Tokyo,
The Scent of Salt and Stolen Hearts
I’ve spent centuries dancing through the static of neon grids, weaving
Saltwater and Neon Embers
The city is a predator, all jagged glass and hungry neon lights
The Velvet Trap of Golden Hour
I stand on this precipice where stone meets water, letting the golden
The Concrete Moon's Embrace: A Healing Night Shift
The city breathed cold steel, but I wore the heat of a
The Gilded Cage of Dust and Desire
I am not the ghost you see in your rear-view mirror, but
The Static Between Heartbeats
Rain slicked the alley, mirroring the neon glow in my eyes. Another
