Ghost Codes 005
Here find stories from a trash-diamond paradise, call it Sparkletown. A semi-abandoned housing project, fallout zone for the lost.
Shadowrealm of ghosts, loners, artificial angels, lo-tech analogue freaks of varied shape, creed and fashion. The new demo humans.
We move along streets where faces are lit by two seconds of electrostatic glow, burnt into memory. Then darkness, then rainfall.
Neon apparitions, figures of dust glimpsed in passing headlamps, voices in the air most nights if you know how to listen for them.