The pedestrian tunnels under the city are dotted with human figures.
What purpose do these rare people serve here?
"Fear is a tool. When that light hits the sky. It’s not just a call. It’s a warning. To them."
Forget reality for a moment.
To effusive. To self-criticize. To escape.
Dancing on the flame.
You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
