Encounters
''synaesthesia'' ▫ᴱᴺ｜_encounter｜ENC｜20260903191727-89-•
INTO HER DARKNESS, a churning synaesthesia, where her pain was the taste of old iron, scent of melon, wings of a moth brushing her cheek. She was unconscious, and he was barred from her dreams. When the optic chip flared, the alphanumerics were haloed, each one ringed with a faint pink aura.
Source: Neuromancer ▫𓂃
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