Edits #02 by Guesswat

Neon rain dripped down the metal skyline, painting the streets in restless shades of green. He was just another ghost in the city, a dreamer who had run out of dreams. The bands had dissolved, the voices of preachers and thinkers drowned in static; all that remained was a hum, a pulse beneath the pavement, reminding him that nothing truly dies here—it only decays slower.

And then there was her. She walked through the chaos like a glitch in the system, an error too perfect to erase. Loving her was an algorithm written in contradictions: desire laced with resentment, devotion scarred by violence, promises stitched together with lies. He told himself it was absurd, but in this city, absurdity was the only truth that lasted.

He wanted to escape, to reboot his soul, but her shadow followed like a brand burned onto his circuitry. No matter how far the wires stretched, no matter how loud the machines screamed, the signal always returned to the same place. A whisper caught between frequencies, untranslatable yet unmistakable: I love you.

Guesswat is the pseudonym of Samuele Dell'Aspro, a certified music and pizza lover since 1995—100% made on Earth, with tons of extra GMO (Great Musical Output) added. Guesswat is just eight letters, no deep meaning—except for the fact that you’ve just stepped into the game. If you're guessing at first, then you're exploring, and eventually, you'll find out... guess what? 🎧🍕