The neon sky shatters into a million pieces of light.In every shard, there's a version of us—pulsing, burning, refusing to bow. The music rises from the ground, climbs through your veins, becomes a heartbeat, becomes breath, becomes the hand you throw into the air.他们说要低调，要收敛，要藏起锋芒。Every step you take, the floor answers.Every shout you make, the dark retreats.