A New Distraction -phantom3dx- -

The city arrived at night like a promise kept: neon stitched into rain-slick concrete, steam sighing from grates, a thousand small electrical hearts beating beneath the streets. In that light, everything could be reinvented. Tristan liked to think of himself as a curator of reinvention—collecting moments people had misplaced, polishing them, and setting them back out into the world as distractions bright enough to blind you for a minute, to let you forget what you were trying not to remember.