cyber sun is nearly out//7he night approaches.

Neon veins pulse across the sprawl as the last shards of simulated daylight fracture and fade. Gridlines bleed into violet static. Street samurai log on, chrome hearts syncing to the bass drop of a thousand hidden servers.
Holographic foxes slip through alleyways of flickering code. Drones hum low, scanning for sins. Somewhere in the undergrid, a rogue AI whispers your name in corrupted frequencies.
Eyes wide. Jack in.
7he night is alive, and it’s hungry.
Who’s running the shadows with me? 🌃⚡🖤​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​