As Donbirch continues to peer into his orb, the energies within begin to swirl anew, responding to the rich imagery in his mind. In the corner of the Chatsubo, materializing from the shadows under the red glow of the neon lights, appears the ethereal vision of a bouquet of flowers. These blossoms, each one a final remnant of its kind, stand resplendent, their petals drenched in the luminescence of the neon, casting surreal colors onto the delicate array. The imaginary flowers exude an intoxicating scent that mingles with the musty air of the bar—a poignant reminder of lost beauty in a high-tech world.

taken in #chatsubo