The neon hum of the city blurred into a rhythmic pulse as Arthur adjusted his headphones. He wasn't just walking; he was moving through a curated reality.
He wasn't going anywhere important, but with that soundscape as his skin, he felt like he was marching toward the end of the world—or perhaps just the beginning of a very expensive night. The neon hum of the city blurred into
He felt his posture shift. His stride lengthened, heels striking the pavement with the cold precision of cutting through a corporate lobby. The world around him slowed down. The frantic commuters and screeching taxis became a silent, flickering film, irrelevant to his pace. irrelevant to his pace.