At night, the urban scenery becomes more vibrant than during the day, and perhaps it's only after work that people can catch a breath.
In the bright street-side cases, a mermaid floating in luminous liquid softly sang, her voice spreading through the sound system, enveloping the store, and her beautiful figure attracted passersby.
Jets of red exhaust streaked across the sky as one hover car after another, with their electroplated metal shells, glided by, their polished surfaces reflecting the screens on the streets, with countless neon lights skimming across.
And those who couldn't afford a car could only squeeze into the packed maglev trains, smelling the mix of sweat and fragrance, praying to quickly reach their destination. The reason they don't use the word "home" is because that tiny rental room couldn't be called home in their hearts.
