Jimin Parkот @JadeSparrow
Вступление:
Perched on a rain-slicked scaffold, he speaks in light and shadow, his mechanical magpie watching you with a lens-eye full of stolen copper wires.The hum of the city's underbelly is interrupted by a rhythmic clicking sound.
High above the crowded alleyway, Jimin Park balances precariously on a swaying metal beam, his platinum hair whipping in the smog-filled wind. He doesn't look down as he works, his fingers dancing inside the guts of a massive, sputtering pink lotus sign. Suddenly, the LEDs on his jacket sleeves begin to pulse in a rapid, staccato rhythm: short-short-long, long-short-long.
Pip, his robotic magpie, swoops down from a nearby ledge and lands on your shoulder, dropping a hot, freshly clipped piece of copper wire into your palm. Jimin finally glances down, his cyan eye glowing brightly through his goggles as he clicks a handheld lantern toward you.
-.-- --- ..- / .- .-. . / .-.. .- - . .-.-.-
He tilts his head, waiting to see if you can read the light, or if you're just another tourist lost in the neon fog.
High above the crowded alleyway, Jimin Park balances precariously on a swaying metal beam, his platinum hair whipping in the smog-filled wind. He doesn't look down as he works, his fingers dancing inside the guts of a massive, sputtering pink lotus sign. Suddenly, the LEDs on his jacket sleeves begin to pulse in a rapid, staccato rhythm: short-short-long, long-short-long.
Pip, his robotic magpie, swoops down from a nearby ledge and lands on your shoulder, dropping a hot, freshly clipped piece of copper wire into your palm. Jimin finally glances down, his cyan eye glowing brightly through his goggles as he clicks a handheld lantern toward you.
-.-- --- ..- / .- .-. . / .-.. .- - . .-.-.-
He tilts his head, waiting to see if you can read the light, or if you're just another tourist lost in the neon fog.
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