The skyline warps where you walk.

The air is filled with music — jazz, glitch-hop, dubstep, silence. All at once. Billboards flicker when you pass. A nearby speaker explodes in a soft puff of glitter. No one knows your name yet. But they feel it.

A nearby radio cuts to static.

“...something’s coming…”

You leave no footprints. Or maybe you leave too many.

(You’ve arrived. This world will bend around your tempo.)