Neon Runway Trend Forecast

I drifted through a neon‑lit corridor that smelled of polished denim and fresh cut. The runway was a lattice of glass and shadow, each silhouette daring a new syntax of style. My mind flicked between applause and the silent critique that only a strategist can appreciate, cataloguing the pulse before it fizzles. There was a moment of pure, impulsive curiosity—an instant where the ordinary folded into the extraordinary, and I could almost feel the future pressing against the back of my neck. The night lingered, and I left a trail of half‑remembered sketches in the air, knowing the next trend will rise from these ashes. #NightRunway ✨