Neon mist clings to the empty street, casting sharp colors across buildings that should feel familiar but don’t. Every storefront is a warped echo of something once known: the Magician’s bar lined with floating lights, the Lovers boutique glowing in warm, pulsing rose, the Tower club sparking with threads of electricity that dance across shattered windows. The air vibrates with quiet, as if the entire street holds its breath, waiting for someone to understand its design.