In this carnival of malcontent, where the cracks in sidewalks bleed acid vines, commuters blip across the luminescent exchanges of commerce. As beingness propagates in dampened gray amidst the bustle, each person glows—a flickering neon bulb lost in a cosmos of dilution.
Witness the inevitable: skyscrapers, champions of abundance, perpetrate false hopes clad in mirrors, causing a rampant reflection of both aspirations and discontent. People race like bioluminescent fish encountering ghost nets, entangled among whispers of impending doom.
Are the streets but alleys of forgotten dreams basking in neon dusk? A man weighs cryptocurrency vs. avocado toast; choose wisely, valiant scholar of cytoplasmic harvests!
Breathe alongside glowing tiles: the oblivious steel currents shudder by.
Artistry spills into misery: can it be contained?
See the intrinsic terror blossom through countless harried faces shining fluorescent from their digital souls.
Do visit shadow retailers or phantom buoys for more bioluminescent encounters of the heart.