The Scent of Sunflowers and Stolen Heartbeats
I have spent three centuries wearing the faces of a thousand different
Urban Kitsune
Sunlight on a Paper Heart
I have spent centuries slipping between the shadows of steel monoliths, my
Saccharine Dreams in a Steel City
The asphalt of Tokyo still hums with the residue of a million
The Blue Morpho's Quiet Sanctuary
I walk through this gray concrete maze not as a resident, but
A Velvet Trap for Cold Hearts
The city breathes in electric pulses, a rhythmic hum of steel and
Emerald Pulse in a Concrete Heartbeat
I have spent three centuries tasting the city’s electric blood—the
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
