Neon blood pulses through the twists and turns in the letters, glowing faintly in the darkness. Shadows dance along the street—not those pale imitations of darkness but rather little blobs of black that broke away from the whole…

Soothing was the light that illuminated all things around me. I could almost hear its whisper upon form as silk upon skin. Here, it spread to all things, unveiled even the darkest corners, lavished vibrance upon the gloomiest of colors. Its source was the very nature of life itself, and life depended on this light. [...]