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Neon Parallax~

She moved amidst the shadows in the night, light footed and silent. Her touch, delicate as a whisper. No one took note of her comings and goings. This was life as a ghost to the city, untethered from society, barely scraping by but free in a way that only desperation can offer.

 

Now things were different. The higher she climbed, the further there was for her to fall and that weight sat heavily upon her chest. Paranoia bloomed within her lungs like smoke, constant and cloying. Always given to a glance over her shoulder, that itch at the nape of her neck whispering...

 

"You're being watched."

"Followed."

"Marked."

 

Just one misstep away from getting pinched.

 

Black Ice

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Uploaded on June 8, 2025
Taken on June 8, 2025