editions: Street of shadows

In the world's forgotten alleys, where neon flickers like a dying pulse, I walks unnoticed. My physical form, my presence—bled into shadow. No one looks. No one sees. The world moves around me like I'm not even there. I call and shout... an attempt to pierce through the noise, yet no heads turn. On this street of shadows, I'm just another ghost, fading silently into the static.