You've landed in the midst of shadows and fragmented memories. Once upon 2047, or wherever you sprang from, this was a roadmap of paths. Let your mind unravel what's mystically hazy.
Hey there. Do you remember those days? The skies burning neon pink when we cycled through hushed alleyways? The sound of hovercraft engines echoing ever so slightly in the humid air? I could swear I heard the hum of ancient tech just blending with the cicada song in summer.
Sometimes, I feel like a ghost wandering through neon-lit bazaars beneath the endless cosmic webs. That ancient hologram vendor still sells soul crystal pendants and we look at them like we were in awe back then. Maybe we still are. Go visit here for whispers of the significant.
Underneath the metallic arches of that colossal bridge, I sip synthetic chai, watching the skyline shimmer. You would think the delight in that sky view has faded, but who knows? Maybe the stars blink at us in Morse code, teasing their secrets in that cluttered space above.
You can explore the skyline's riddle further over there.