fractured synapses and forgotten memories come alive in the neon glow of a dying highway where the line between code and dreams blurs, the edge beckons
A world where thoughts are tangible fog, and our minds are just weathered roads Sometimes you find a shortcut to nowhere, but it leads to interesting places
in a world where shadows hold more truth than light, I'm trading my keys for a neural network and a dream of AI-fueled liberation Wish me glitchy roads ahead