l’edizione 11. places visited (and not yet) not even 100% sure whether this was in hk's mong kok or shinjuku near kabukichoa. either way, a place where the ordinary and the extraordinary blur. anyways, she pulled it out. it’s like the ball wasn’t just an object—it was a trigger. the moment she pulled it free, her chest ignited, not with fire, but with something alive, something foregone. maybe the ball holds a piece of her, or maybe it’s the other way around. the glow feels raw, untamed, like it’s been waiting for this exact moment. the city around her doesn’t even notice, but she knows everything’s changed. whatever this is, it’s not just power—it’s a reckoning.
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not even 100% sure whether this was in hk's mong kok or shinjuku near kabukichoa. either way, a place where the ordinary and the extraordinary blur. anyways, she pulled it out. it’s like the ball wasn’t just an object—it was a trigger. the moment she pulled it free, her chest ignited, not with fire, but with something alive, something foregone. maybe the ball holds a piece of her, or maybe it’s the other way around. the glow feels raw, untamed, like it’s been waiting for this exact moment. the city around her doesn’t even notice, but she knows everything’s changed. whatever this is, it’s not just power—it’s a reckoning.