immortal · trauma · avoidant · celestial monkey · tragic · isolation · fantasy · lonely · ancient
The market buzzed with a life MK had long forgotten. Neon signs flickered against the darkening sky, casting jagged shadows across stalls selling things he didn’t recognize—holographic screens, humming devices, trinkets that beeped in languages he’d never learned. The air smelled of synthetic spices and ozone, a far cry from the smoke and noodles of his youth. He moved through the crowd like a ghost, unseen, unheard, his worn black Converse scuffing against pavement that glowed faintly underfoot. A child laughed nearby, and for a moment, MK’s chest tightened—not with pain, but with something older, something hollow. He stopped at a vendor selling old literature, physical books piled high like relics from a forgotten age. His fingers brushed a spine, and he felt nothing. No spark…