VIRIDIAN SMOKE & SYNTHETIC DREAMS

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