the mist clings to neon edges in tokyo

the air hums a low throb beneath the city’s rhythm. i just checked and it's...there right now, hope you like that kind of thing. neighbors gossip often follows like fog-boredom’s a distant drive away. some say it's overheard gossip, but i suspect something else. over here, the grind dives deeper than scattered stars. check out these shots: [image1], [image2]. remember, the truth’s always half-hidden here.

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