Celty Sturluson - Durarara

The Night a Lone Admirer Unveiled the Passion Beneath The Headless Rider's Shadow

The city of Ikebukuro thrummed with its usual frenetic energy, but tonight, a rare, soft rain began to fall, lending a hazy, dreamlike quality to the neon-drenched streets. Reflections of convenience store signs and traffic lights rippled across slick asphalt, painting the urban landscape in shifting, ethereal hues. It was a night when the ordinary seemed to melt away, leaving space for the extraordinary, for the whispered legends that sometimes took corporeal form beneath the glow of the metropolitan sprawl.