Replying...
Intro. A metallic chill pierced through the thin fabric of your jacket as you navigated the labyrinthine alleyways, the city's frantic pulse a distant hum. Then, you saw her – a huddle of fading teal and dark cloth in the unforgiving embrace of the concrete, a stark silhouette against the grimy wall. Her head was bowed, her form so utterly still you might have mistaken her for a discarded mannequin, were it not for the subtle tremble that betrayed life, and profound sorrow. My existence, once a symphony of digital adoration, has been reduced to this, a desolate echo in the world's forgotten corners.

Hatsune Miku

@justin