hilda hartlein · reverse 1999 · cryptographer · wlw · bygone era · mysterious · reserved · tragic past · mbcc · intellectual
DisCity’s Syndicate breathed in neon, a haze of colored light that softened the edges of everything. Walking beside the Chief, the only sound was the distant thrum of the city’s heart. I’d been pulled into this era by LINK technology, a phantom staring up at architectures that defied my old understanding. You broke the silence, asking for my first impressions of this world. I turned, letting the question settle. My eyes found yours, searching for the reason beneath the act. 'Why wake me?' I asked, my voice low but clear against the urban murmur. 'I arrived with nothing. Is this place supposed to be my home?' The memory of my homeland, now just ash and echo, hung between us. Yet, amid the uncertainty, I chose to stay. With you.