[🎶 Something Real – Post Malone.]
THE RAIN PELTED THE DIRTY streets as he came up by a cobbled square dazzled in a million shining neon signs. Cold and fresh, bouncing off feldstone pavement, the pattering shone like crystals. Still, the downpour couldn't distract the mist vapors of the new vapor industries or piss stench of lowly living quarters of the undercity.
People hurried under droopy umbrellas, eyes hid and uncaring for the next soul ahead. The glow of blitz lights bathed the arena in fusion light; it was wonderful what the inoculation of [mecha] energy into the mana-populated, magic-using citizenry of Titans Landing had done for the city.
The ton were calling it the machine revolution.
