That whole Emo night scene/vibe/atmosphere was off the hook. Everyone was decked out in black eyeliner and studded belts, belting/screaming/singing along to "Welcome to the Black Parade" like their lives depended on it. Then there were these crazy vape clouds, enormous and swirling with every color of the rainbow. It was like a copyright MCR concert in a haze/cloud/fog. One dude even had a cloud shaped like Gerard Way's face! I mean, talk about dedicated fans.
It was insane, totally/completely/absolutely, but in the best way possible.
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This Isn't Right (With Secondhand Smoke)
Secondhand smoke is a serious danger, and it's a concern that needs to be looked into. It doesn't matter that innocent people are being harmed by something they didn't agree to. It's unjustifiable to allow this to continue. We need to make a change against secondhand smoke and defend the health of everyone around us.
Helena's Fog
The environment of Helena is often bathed in a mysterious haze. This spectral veil covers the city, creating an atmosphere of intrigue. Some say it's a cursed mist, while others believe it holds ancient secrets.
Whatever its origin, Helena's Haze adds a layer of the mysterious to this already intriguing place.
Youth on a Vapor Trail
They cruise through the urban sprawl, their mods glowing like pixels in the twilight. Videos pump through their heads, a soundtrack to their transient existence. They blaze a path of smoke, a viscous reminder that they were never really gone.
Your Ghost Remains, In Each Breath
Every puff carries the scent of you, a spectral echo on the wind. It's like your spirit is woven into each molecule of smoke, a bittersweet combination of joy and grief. The world has moved on, but in these fleeting moments, I can nearly feel you beside me. It's a fragile thread, easily broken, yet it's all I have left.
- Fragrance
- Echo