Midnight Circuitry

The thrum of a thousand circuits, each pulsing with unleashed energy. A lattice of aluminum, woven through the very heart of this city, alive only when the sun descends. Here, in the depths, where neon signs cast shifting reflections on slick asphalt, we find the pulse of Midnight Circuitry. It's a
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