Your breath forms in quick clouds as you walk, boots crunching against snow packed tight by the few others who’ve braved the night. The hum of electricity thrums faintly around you, mixing with the distant murmur of traffic and footsteps echoing off alley walls.
The city feels different under the snow—softer, yet sharper, like the edges of reality have blurred but left the neon burning brighter than ever.
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