Remember the dazzling days when nights were just a canvas for neon lights? The glory was so captivating, you couldn't help but think that reality had finally taken a picture worth a thousand flickers.
The truth, though, beneath those synthetic stars and artisan glows, remains the ugliest. The undeniable pull of the modern neon—the allure of its synthetic beauty—is nothing less than a mirage. You believe, you hurry home guided by toxic halos.
There lies a fabric woven of electric vines, energy buzzing like whispers in ancient tongues. Convinced by aesthetic charm, you don't see—until it’s too late—that the truth hollers behind the glimmer, its hue far darker than black, permeating like a toxic fog.
So... how deep will you wander into forgiveness of illumination?
Unearth the Illusion | Myth of the Lost Glow