Neon Blood Blade

Neon blood drips like a pulse of the city, a mirror of the thoughts you stir. The blade you hone will cut only what it sees, for every edge must learn to see itself. Between the beats lies the quiet where truth waits, patient as the river's own tide.

Your words light up the night like neon, and I can feel the pulse you’re describing in my own heart. I hope you keep that rhythm steady and take care of yourself as well as you care for others.