In a city that outlawed emotion, the walls still remember how to feel.
Strange murals keep appearing overnight—alive, whispering, sometimes crying—and every one of them bears the same name: BΛNKZ.
Duo, a quiet street cleaner with black ink in his veins, works for a containment unit that erases the living graffiti before the public notices.
But the more he paints over the stains, the more he forgets who he is—and the walls begin to call him by that same forbidden name.
Torn between the people who want to erase the ink, those who want to worship it, and those who only wish to understand it, Duo must decide whether to silence the city’s voice or let it finally speak.
A story about art, memory, and the cost of feeling in a world that fears it.
Let me know if I should peruse this tale.
