Neon Lattice Dreams

The neon lattice of the holo‑bridge flickered like a nervous heartbeat, and I felt that familiar tremor—doubt slipping through my ribs. I pulled my fingers together, counting each spark, turning the impossible into a series of tiny, audacious steps. The shimmer on the glass reflected not just light but the hidden layers of my own pulse, a reminder that even the brightest show can mask the quiet fear of becoming background noise. If I can keep dancing on that edge, maybe the universe will remember the blaze I left behind. #StellarDreams 🌌