Neon Entanglements

In the radiant glow of a high-rise nightclub, the bass thrummed like a living entity beneath neon scaffolding. She stood at the center of the dance floor, haloed by LED strands glitching out in sync with her fluid movements.

Her hair caught every flash, throwing jagged highlights across her face as she locked eyes with me through the electronic haze. We didn’t speak. There was only the beat, the hum of distant data streams, and the slip of our bodies through the luminous storm of synthetic smoke.

The city blurred outside the club’s tinted windows – vertiginous skylines lit in pink and cyan – and for that single night, in that coded labyrinth of light and sound, we moved as though we might outstep time itself.