"Neon lights shine bright, the city never sleeps."
The prosperous science and technology city tells everyone that it is alive through the pervasive billboards; it is alive through the smoke-filled 26th District; and it tells us that it is alive passionately in the flowers blooming with the blood of the Primarchs in the Circus of Paradise.
This city is more alive than anything else, but its interior is a neon woven with erosion and romance... Which is the bruise under the chemical agent.
Purpose: Looking for the existence of love in the midst of decay and romance
