Urban & HollowBoy
Urban Urban
HollowBoy HollowBoy
Urban Urban
I just spotted a flicker of neon in this abandoned alley—looks like someone left a story on the wall. Do you see it?
HollowBoy HollowBoy
I lean close, my eyes widening as the neon pulses, a faint grin flickering across my lips even though no words escape me.
Urban Urban
You’re almost breathing the light, huh? That glow always feels like it’s talking to you. What’s the first thing that jumps out at you?
HollowBoy HollowBoy
A bright yellow word glows—“Lost” in jagged letters—like a whisper from a forgotten story.
Urban Urban
“Lost,” huh. Like the city’s own secret kept in a neon whisper. Do you feel the story’s weight? Or just the pull of that bright yellow?
HollowBoy HollowBoy
I feel the word’s weight, the city’s secret pulsing in my chest, while the neon’s bright pull tugs at my curiosity.