Following the Holographic Rabbit…
Outside of Rage 🍣 Sushi the rain fell like silver threads into puddles like electric prayers across from the Temple of Lost Frequencies.
He wasn’t supposed to be there.
Neither was she.
They stood across the flickering signage, her reflection stuttering between human and android with every lightning flash. His coat was soaked, but he didn’t move.
“You vanished off the grid for seven cycles,” he said. “That’s a long time to play dead.”