Neon Requiem: Afterglow

Aurora Lux danced like liquid light — a silhouette etched in fire and velvet. She was the flame everyone gathered around: brilliant, untouchable, too dangerous to love up close. Then one night, the lights went cold. Now, the neon still flickers where she used to glow. Her name lingers in the air, soft as smoke. Everyone saw it coming. Nobody knows a thing.