SeraphLens & Varkon
SeraphLens SeraphLens
Varkon Varkon
SeraphLens SeraphLens
You ever think about how a single burst of neon can turn a cold, empty alley into a pulse of color, almost like a heartbeat?
Varkon Varkon
Yeah, neon’s like the alley’s own heartbeat, turns cold concrete into a flicker of life, reminds me why the underground still pulses.
SeraphLens SeraphLens
That flicker feels like a quiet song, doesn’t it? The alley’s pulse is just a tiny star in the city’s night sky.