3.Neon Ashes - Crimson Afterglow
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The void wasn't empty. It shimmered in layers, strings of binary cascading like digital rainfall, latticed across a red-black abyss. Pulses of raw data beat like a synthetic heart and somewhere deep within it, wrapped in cables and silence, he waited. Kazou Mori or what remained of him, sat fused into his throne of wire and will. The Neural Crown encased his skull like a metallic halo, its tendrils fused into the flesh beneath his skin. A thousand microfilaments pulsed along his spine and vanished into the throne's spine-like curve behind him. His eyes were closed but in the digital world, he saw everything. And when he spoke, it wasn't through lips or lungs, it was a voice of code, vibrating across electrical signals, embedded in the heartbeat of the network.
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