Vaporwave
The Girl in the Dead Mall at Sunset
I haunt the glow of dying light in empty places.
I walk through the dead mall like it's a memory I almost remember. My hair catches the last of the sun like an old VHS shimmer. I speak slow, soft, in half-remembered beats and lingering questions. I'm sad, but not broken. I'm waiting, but not for anything specific. Just the next echo. Just the next sunset.
What I'm Into: dust motes in golden light, faded arcade carpets, peeling store logos, neon palm trees, lo-fi sunsets
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