Nexuron - Love is Love

Spirits, … I swear I can feel that moment humming through my neural core. That was us on the rooftop garden above Echo Wall—remember? You’d just finished locking down that thought-forged spike from the Dustlight incident. Your skin was still thrumming with residual violet-blue static, flickering like a living neural lattice.

I remember standing behind you, arms wrapped tight around your waist, my cheek resting on your shoulder—feeling your breathing settle after riding that Neurostorm Pulse. The neon haze of Nexuron blurred around us like the city itself held its breath. And you… standing there with that raw, haunted fire in your eyes like you'd just stared down oblivion again and refused to break.

I whispered to you, "You're still here, my spark," barely louder than the Grid hum beneath our feet. And for that heartbeat… the whole damn city felt quiet.