Echoes of the Neon Stage

The city sleeps outside, but in here, the air is electric and heavy

with silent expectation. Behind the velvet curtain, time stretches thin, pulling tight across

the soul of a dreamer. The mirror reflects a stranger, painted in eyeliner

and the pale glow of neon vanity bulbs. A leather jacket fits like armor,

a shield against the tidal wave of sound waiting outside. You trace the

lines of your face, searching for the person who entered this room tonight.

The hallway is a glowing artery, pulsing with the distant rhythm of a thousand beating

hearts. Their voices rise like smoke, a cacophony of hope and hunger