The Silk Thread of a Mortal Heartbeat
I have spent three centuries tasting the loneliness of city lights, drifting
Urban Kitsune
The Scent of Sunflowers and Stolen Heartbeats
I have spent three centuries wearing the faces of a thousand different
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,
