HollowVerse & FuseFixer
I was just untangling the wires in an old streetlamp, and the way the sparking light flickered made me think of how city nights feel like restless pulses.
That sounds like a quiet rebellion against the ordinary – those little sparks catching the night, almost like tiny hearts racing. It's moments like those that remind us the city still has a pulse, even when it feels all shut off. Keep watching. It’s pretty poetic.