Rain bleeds crimson on the chrome, data chips in the downpour. Each flicker is a memory lost, in the city's digital maw. The towers of steel pierce a bruised sky, Neon, logos bleed electric blue. A synth-heart thrums a hollow lie, in the circuits running through you. A street hawker whispers code, selling secrets in the haze. Your augmented eyes overload, in this silicon maze. The edge of the net calls your name, a promise of escape's bright gleam. But the wires bind a digital chain, in this hyper-real, waking dream.