Lost in the Neon Crowd

Step through the doors and the everyday falls away. The aisles glow magenta and cyan, mech suits tower over the crowd, and a cosplayer holds a pose as a hundred phones lift at once. I let the neon paint the frame, pull wide enough to keep both the stage and every lit-up face in it, and just wait for that one unguarded smile. Loud, luminous, far too fast to plan—and exactly the kind of chaos worth chasing.