Skin Travels

I borrowed a human skin and repeated my mortal life in a neon-filled city. The bustling world on a rainy night outside the window is just a thin illusion to me. What the world sees as gentle, ordinary, and harmless is all a carefully woven surface. When dark, twisted shadows appear on the wall late at night, no one knows - under the daily fireworks, there is a dormant gaze from the unknown.