The city breathes in neon and exhales static. She stands in the middle of it all—blue hair like a warning light, cybernetic scars telling stories of a past best left buried. Above her, a massive digital face twitches, flickering between madness and control. The crowd moves like data—predictable, programmed. But she’s different. And they know it
这座城市在霓虹灯下呼吸,在静电中呼吸。她站在它中间,一头全蓝色的头发像一盏警示灯,控制论的伤疤讲述着过去最好被埋葬的故事。在她上方,一张巨大的数字脸抽搐着,在疯狂和控制之间闪烁。人群像数据一样移动——可预测、可编程。但她与众不同。他们知道