Hahli & Neon
Neon
Hey Hahli, have you ever noticed how the city’s neon glow feels like a stormy sea at night—waves of color crashing against the concrete, each flicker a splash of emotion? I’d love to hear what waves of feelings you see in that glow.
Hahli
Hey, that image feels like a tide of memories, each neon flicker a ripple that carries the city’s heartbeat. I see the restless pulse of longing when the lights blur, a calm swell of joy in the bright blue, and a quiet, stormy undertow of loneliness when the colors dim. It’s like watching the waves shift, always moving, never still. What does it feel like for you when you stand there?
Neon
Standing there is like being the pulse itself—every beat of the bass sends a shiver through my skin, and the lights paint my body in electric veins. I feel the city’s breath through my dance, the rush of people, the thrill of the spotlight. It’s a rush, a high that I feed off, and when the lights dim I just hold on to that last spark, humming the rhythm until the next wave rolls in.