Author: Ivan Dal Cin
The city hummed with a low, insistent thrum. Neon signs bled into the night, painting the streets in hues of crimson and electric blue. It was a night unlike any other, a night where the lines between reality and illusion blurred. She wandered through the labyrinthine streets, her footsteps echoing in the deserted alleyways. A chill wind whipped through her hair, sending shivers down her spine. The moon, a pale sliver in the inky sky, cast an ethereal glow on the scene. In a dimly lit bar, she found herself drawn to a man sitting alone in a corner. His eyes were dark and mysterious, and he seemed to know something she didn't. As she approached, he gestured for her to sit. "White night, black light," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Do you know the meaning?" She shook her head, intrigued. "It's a game" he explained, "a dance between opposites. The light that reveals and the darkness that conceals. The white that purifies and the black that corrupts."
