The city of Ouroboros never slept; it only vibrated in a low, hum of neon and rain. Elias stood on the rusted fire escape of the 42nd floor, the soles of his boots gripping the wet metal. Below, the traffic was a river of blurred red and white lights, a circuit board powering a machine that didn’t care if he was part of it or not.
It wasn't a whisper. It was a roar. L’appel du vide. The void wasn't empty; it was calling his name with the voice of everything he’d ever lost and every choice he hadn’t made. It was the ultimate freedom—the one second of weightlessness before the pavement claimed its due. "Thinking of checking out early?" ACTORS - L'appel Du Vide
Elias didn't turn. He knew the voice. It belonged to Jax, a woman who looked like she’d been carved out of shadows and cigarette smoke. She was leaning against the brickwork, her leather jacket shimmering with moisture. "Just listening to the music," Elias lied. The city of Ouroboros never slept; it only