she's appearing as you're walking in, she's standing on the other side of the door.
her eyes closed, her hair dancing softly with the breeze.
she feels like an evanescent criature that could fade away whenever she wanted to.
you are in a lonely street with orange light. the atmosphere is calm, behind you there's the hurricane that brought you there. behind her, the first houses of the new city you're in, and a shop with blue neon light.
she talks to you.
she doesn't lie.
you're not completely safe here, because
there should be no place where bad is excluded, and so happens with good.
chaos and cosmos are one.
choose wisely what to do with your time.
and remember not to get lost on the city lights. they're dangerous.
and so is love.
now,
you're in celestica.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
C E L E S T I C A
Ficção Geralcelestica es solo una ciudad. la erigí hace muchos años, y ahora es solo un recuerdo. pero su corazón de neón y plástico sigue latiendo. [minúsculas intencionadas] [idea original] [TODOS LOS DERECHOS RESERVADOS.]
