EMERALD SMOKE & SYNTHETIC DREAMS

The air hung thick with the scent of smog, a sickly-green haze reflecting the flickering neon signs that stained the crumbling cityscape. A lone figure, outlined against the drenched sky, clutched a rusted vial filled with a viscous liquid. It bubbled ominously, promising a illusory escape from the devoid reality that confined them. A chorus of dig