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INDULGE IN THE NEON HAZE

“We are the true definition of evolution - if you don’t believe, come a little closer.”

An empire founded by one man of prominence has now split into three different sectors - each occupied by one of his heirs. But they use one name for the landmass they inhabit - Voltaic Arcadia and it’s a place like no other. Just picture glows of green and electric pink lights with wired gates and ripped jeans with leather boots. There are occasional sparks flaking in the air with brightly colored hues of lime and orange. Smoke running through the night like mist - the sound of motorcycles vrooming against the newly implemented metal pavements. It seems like almost everything is either sleek and techno in vibes or vandalized and destroyed.

Footsteps echo down the roads in the middle of the night as the flickers of overhead lights only outline shadows. From afar, a deafening slam thuds against what sounds like metal - a cry follows soon after. But all is eventually gauged by the hypnotizing beats of music trailing out of a nightclub. All seem to hear it except the silhouettes dressed in ivory coats, their eyes bloodshot from their work. These are the chosen citizens of utopia - where one either flourishes or rots ... mistakes are for the weak and only perfection is allowed.

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INDULGE IN THE NEON HAZE

“We are the true definition of evolution - if you don’t believe, come a little closer.”

An empire founded by one man of prominence has now split into three different sectors - each occupied by one of his heirs. But they use one name for the landmass they inhabit - Voltaic Arcadia and it’s a place like no other. Just picture glows of green and electric pink lights with wired gates and ripped jeans with leather boots. There are occasional sparks flaking in the air with brightly colored hues of lime and orange. Smoke running through the night like mist - the sound of motorcycles vrooming against the newly implemented metal pavements. It seems like almost everything is either sleek and techno in vibes or vandalized and destroyed.

Footsteps echo down the roads in the middle of the night as the flickers of overhead lights only outline shadows. From afar, a deafening slam thuds against what sounds like metal - a cry follows soon after. But all is eventually gauged by the hypnotizing beats of music trailing out of a nightclub. All seem to hear it except the silhouettes dressed in ivory coats, their eyes bloodshot from their work. These are the chosen citizens of utopia - where one either flourishes or rots ... mistakes are for the weak and only perfection is allowed.

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INDULGE IN THE NEON HAZE

“We are the true definition of evolution - if you don’t believe, come a little closer.”

An empire founded by one man of prominence has now split into three different sectors - each occupied by one of his heirs. But they use one name for the landmass they inhabit - Voltaic Arcadia and it’s a place like no other. Just picture glows of green and electric pink lights with wired gates and ripped jeans with leather boots. There are occasional sparks flaking in the air with brightly colored hues of lime and orange. Smoke running through the night like mist - the sound of motorcycles vrooming against the newly implemented metal pavements. It seems like almost everything is either sleek and techno in vibes or vandalized and destroyed.

Footsteps echo down the roads in the middle of the night as the flickers of overhead lights only outline shadows. From afar, a deafening slam thuds against what sounds like metal - a cry follows soon after. But all is eventually gauged by the hypnotizing beats of music trailing out of a nightclub. All seem to hear it except the silhouettes dressed in ivory coats, their eyes bloodshot from their work. These are the chosen citizens of utopia - where one either flourishes or rots ... mistakes are for the weak and only perfection is allowed.

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INDULGE IN THE NEON HAZE

“We are the true definition of evolution - if you don’t believe, come a little closer.”

An empire founded by one man of prominence has now split into three different sectors - each occupied by one of his heirs. But they use one name for the landmass they inhabit - Voltaic Arcadia and it’s a place like no other. Just picture glows of green and electric pink lights with wired gates and ripped jeans with leather boots. There are occasional sparks flaking in the air with brightly colored hues of lime and orange. Smoke running through the night like mist - the sound of motorcycles vrooming against the newly implemented metal pavements. It seems like almost everything is either sleek and techno in vibes or vandalized and destroyed.

Footsteps echo down the roads in the middle of the night as the flickers of overhead lights only outline shadows. From afar, a deafening slam thuds against what sounds like metal - a cry follows soon after. But all is eventually gauged by the hypnotizing beats of music trailing out of a nightclub. All seem to hear it except the silhouettes dressed in ivory coats, their eyes bloodshot from their work. These are the chosen citizens of utopia - where one either flourishes or rots ... mistakes are for the weak and only perfection is allowed.

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INDULGE IN THE NEON HAZE

“We are the true definition of evolution - if you don’t believe, come a little closer.”

An empire founded by one man of prominence has now split into three different sectors - each occupied by one of his heirs. But they use one name for the landmass they inhabit - Voltaic Arcadia and it’s a place like no other. Just picture glows of green and electric pink lights with wired gates and ripped jeans with leather boots. There are occasional sparks flaking in the air with brightly colored hues of lime and orange. Smoke running through the night like mist - the sound of motorcycles vrooming against the newly implemented metal pavements. It seems like almost everything is either sleek and techno in vibes or vandalized and destroyed.

Footsteps echo down the roads in the middle of the night as the flickers of overhead lights only outline shadows. From afar, a deafening slam thuds against what sounds like metal - a cry follows soon after. But all is eventually gauged by the hypnotizing beats of music trailing out of a nightclub. All seem to hear it except the silhouettes dressed in ivory coats, their eyes bloodshot from their work. These are the chosen citizens of utopia - where one either flourishes or rots ... mistakes are for the weak and only perfection is allowed.

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INDULGE IN THE NEON HAZE

“We are the true definition of evolution - if you don’t believe, come a little closer.”

An empire founded by one man of prominence has now split into three different sectors - each occupied by one of his heirs. But they use one name for the landmass they inhabit - Voltaic Arcadia and it’s a place like no other. Just picture glows of green and electric pink lights with wired gates and ripped jeans with leather boots. There are occasional sparks flaking in the air with brightly colored hues of lime and orange. Smoke running through the night like mist - the sound of motorcycles vrooming against the newly implemented metal pavements. It seems like almost everything is either sleek and techno in vibes or vandalized and destroyed.

Footsteps echo down the roads in the middle of the night as the flickers of overhead lights only outline shadows. From afar, a deafening slam thuds against what sounds like metal - a cry follows soon after. But all is eventually gauged by the hypnotizing beats of music trailing out of a nightclub. All seem to hear it except the silhouettes dressed in ivory coats, their eyes bloodshot from their work. These are the chosen citizens of utopia - where one either flourishes or rots ... mistakes are for the weak and only perfection is allowed.

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INDULGE IN THE NEON HAZE

“We are the true definition of evolution - if you don’t believe, come a little closer.”

An empire founded by one man of prominence has now split into three different sectors - each occupied by one of his heirs. But they use one name for the landmass they inhabit - Voltaic Arcadia and it’s a place like no other. Just picture glows of green and electric pink lights with wired gates and ripped jeans with leather boots. There are occasional sparks flaking in the air with brightly colored hues of lime and orange. Smoke running through the night like mist - the sound of motorcycles vrooming against the newly implemented metal pavements. It seems like almost everything is either sleek and techno in vibes or vandalized and destroyed.

Footsteps echo down the roads in the middle of the night as the flickers of overhead lights only outline shadows. From afar, a deafening slam thuds against what sounds like metal - a cry follows soon after. But all is eventually gauged by the hypnotizing beats of music trailing out of a nightclub. All seem to hear it except the silhouettes dressed in ivory coats, their eyes bloodshot from their work. These are the chosen citizens of utopia - where one either flourishes or rots ... mistakes are for the weak and only perfection is allowed.

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INDULGE IN THE NEON HAZE

“We are the true definition of evolution - if you don’t believe, come a little closer.”

An empire founded by one man of prominence has now split into three different sectors - each occupied by one of his heirs. But they use one name for the landmass they inhabit - Voltaic Arcadia and it’s a place like no other. Just picture glows of green and electric pink lights with wired gates and ripped jeans with leather boots. There are occasional sparks flaking in the air with brightly colored hues of lime and orange. Smoke running through the night like mist - the sound of motorcycles vrooming against the newly implemented metal pavements. It seems like almost everything is either sleek and techno in vibes or vandalized and destroyed.

Footsteps echo down the roads in the middle of the night as the flickers of overhead lights only outline shadows. From afar, a deafening slam thuds against what sounds like metal - a cry follows soon after. But all is eventually gauged by the hypnotizing beats of music trailing out of a nightclub. All seem to hear it except the silhouettes dressed in ivory coats, their eyes bloodshot from their work. These are the chosen citizens of utopia - where one either flourishes or rots ... mistakes are for the weak and only perfection is allowed.

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INDULGE IN THE NEON HAZE

“We are the true definition of evolution - if you don’t believe, come a little closer.”

An empire founded by one man of prominence has now split into three different sectors - each occupied by one of his heirs. But they use one name for the landmass they inhabit - Voltaic Arcadia and it’s a place like no other. Just picture glows of green and electric pink lights with wired gates and ripped jeans with leather boots. There are occasional sparks flaking in the air with brightly colored hues of lime and orange. Smoke running through the night like mist - the sound of motorcycles vrooming against the newly implemented metal pavements. It seems like almost everything is either sleek and techno in vibes or vandalized and destroyed.

Footsteps echo down the roads in the middle of the night as the flickers of overhead lights only outline shadows. From afar, a deafening slam thuds against what sounds like metal - a cry follows soon after. But all is eventually gauged by the hypnotizing beats of music trailing out of a nightclub. All seem to hear it except the silhouettes dressed in ivory coats, their eyes bloodshot from their work. These are the chosen citizens of utopia - where one either flourishes or rots ... mistakes are for the weak and only perfection is allowed.

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INDULGE IN THE NEON HAZE

“We are the true definition of evolution - if you don’t believe, come a little closer.”

An empire founded by one man of prominence has now split into three different sectors - each occupied by one of his heirs. But they use one name for the landmass they inhabit - Voltaic Arcadia and it’s a place like no other. Just picture glows of green and electric pink lights with wired gates and ripped jeans with leather boots. There are occasional sparks flaking in the air with brightly colored hues of lime and orange. Smoke running through the night like mist - the sound of motorcycles vrooming against the newly implemented metal pavements. It seems like almost everything is either sleek and techno in vibes or vandalized and destroyed.

Footsteps echo down the roads in the middle of the night as the flickers of overhead lights only outline shadows. From afar, a deafening slam thuds against what sounds like metal - a cry follows soon after. But all is eventually gauged by the hypnotizing beats of music trailing out of a nightclub. All seem to hear it except the silhouettes dressed in ivory coats, their eyes bloodshot from their work. These are the chosen citizens of utopia - where one either flourishes or rots ... mistakes are for the weak and only perfection is allowed.

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INDULGE IN THE NEON HAZE

“We are the true definition of evolution - if you don’t believe, come a little closer.”

An empire founded by one man of prominence has now split into three different sectors - each occupied by one of his heirs. But they use one name for the landmass they inhabit - Voltaic Arcadia and it’s a place like no other. Just picture glows of green and electric pink lights with wired gates and ripped jeans with leather boots. There are occasional sparks flaking in the air with brightly colored hues of lime and orange. Smoke running through the night like mist - the sound of motorcycles vrooming against the newly implemented metal pavements. It seems like almost everything is either sleek and techno in vibes or vandalized and destroyed.

Footsteps echo down the roads in the middle of the night as the flickers of overhead lights only outline shadows. From afar, a deafening slam thuds against what sounds like metal - a cry follows soon after. But all is eventually gauged by the hypnotizing beats of music trailing out of a nightclub. All seem to hear it except the silhouettes dressed in ivory coats, their eyes bloodshot from their work. These are the chosen citizens of utopia - where one either flourishes or rots ... mistakes are for the weak and only perfection is allowed.

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INDULGE IN THE NEON HAZE

“We are the true definition of evolution - if you don’t believe, come a little closer.”

An empire founded by one man of prominence has now split into three different sectors - each occupied by one of his heirs. But they use one name for the landmass they inhabit - Voltaic Arcadia and it’s a place like no other. Just picture glows of green and electric pink lights with wired gates and ripped jeans with leather boots. There are occasional sparks flaking in the air with brightly colored hues of lime and orange. Smoke running through the night like mist - the sound of motorcycles vrooming against the newly implemented metal pavements. It seems like almost everything is either sleek and techno in vibes or vandalized and destroyed.

Footsteps echo down the roads in the middle of the night as the flickers of overhead lights only outline shadows. From afar, a deafening slam thuds against what sounds like metal - a cry follows soon after. But all is eventually gauged by the hypnotizing beats of music trailing out of a nightclub. All seem to hear it except the silhouettes dressed in ivory coats, their eyes bloodshot from their work. These are the chosen citizens of utopia - where one either flourishes or rots ... mistakes are for the weak and only perfection is allowed.

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INDULGE IN THE NEON HAZE

“We are the true definition of evolution - if you don’t believe, come a little closer.”

An empire founded by one man of prominence has now split into three different sectors - each occupied by one of his heirs. But they use one name for the landmass they inhabit - Voltaic Arcadia and it’s a place like no other. Just picture glows of green and electric pink lights with wired gates and ripped jeans with leather boots. There are occasional sparks flaking in the air with brightly colored hues of lime and orange. Smoke running through the night like mist - the sound of motorcycles vrooming against the newly implemented metal pavements. It seems like almost everything is either sleek and techno in vibes or vandalized and destroyed.

Footsteps echo down the roads in the middle of the night as the flickers of overhead lights only outline shadows. From afar, a deafening slam thuds against what sounds like metal - a cry follows soon after. But all is eventually gauged by the hypnotizing beats of music trailing out of a nightclub. All seem to hear it except the silhouettes dressed in ivory coats, their eyes bloodshot from their work. These are the chosen citizens of utopia - where one either flourishes or rots ... mistakes are for the weak and only perfection is allowed.

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INDULGE IN THE NEON HAZE

“We are the true definition of evolution - if you don’t believe, come a little closer.”

An empire founded by one man of prominence has now split into three different sectors - each occupied by one of his heirs. But they use one name for the landmass they inhabit - Voltaic Arcadia and it’s a place like no other. Just picture glows of green and electric pink lights with wired gates and ripped jeans with leather boots. There are occasional sparks flaking in the air with brightly colored hues of lime and orange. Smoke running through the night like mist - the sound of motorcycles vrooming against the newly implemented metal pavements. It seems like almost everything is either sleek and techno in vibes or vandalized and destroyed.

Footsteps echo down the roads in the middle of the night as the flickers of overhead lights only outline shadows. From afar, a deafening slam thuds against what sounds like metal - a cry follows soon after. But all is eventually gauged by the hypnotizing beats of music trailing out of a nightclub. All seem to hear it except the silhouettes dressed in ivory coats, their eyes bloodshot from their work. These are the chosen citizens of utopia - where one either flourishes or rots ... mistakes are for the weak and only perfection is allowed.

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INDULGE IN THE NEON HAZE

“We are the true definition of evolution - if you don’t believe, come a little closer.”

An empire founded by one man of prominence has now split into three different sectors - each occupied by one of his heirs. But they use one name for the landmass they inhabit - Voltaic Arcadia and it’s a place like no other. Just picture glows of green and electric pink lights with wired gates and ripped jeans with leather boots. There are occasional sparks flaking in the air with brightly colored hues of lime and orange. Smoke running through the night like mist - the sound of motorcycles vrooming against the newly implemented metal pavements. It seems like almost everything is either sleek and techno in vibes or vandalized and destroyed.

Footsteps echo down the roads in the middle of the night as the flickers of overhead lights only outline shadows. From afar, a deafening slam thuds against what sounds like metal - a cry follows soon after. But all is eventually gauged by the hypnotizing beats of music trailing out of a nightclub. All seem to hear it except the silhouettes dressed in ivory coats, their eyes bloodshot from their work. These are the chosen citizens of utopia - where one either flourishes or rots ... mistakes are for the weak and only perfection is allowed.

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INDULGE IN THE NEON HAZE

“We are the true definition of evolution - if you don’t believe, come a little closer.”

An empire founded by one man of prominence has now split into three different sectors - each occupied by one of his heirs. But they use one name for the landmass they inhabit - Voltaic Arcadia and it’s a place like no other. Just picture glows of green and electric pink lights with wired gates and ripped jeans with leather boots. There are occasional sparks flaking in the air with brightly colored hues of lime and orange. Smoke running through the night like mist - the sound of motorcycles vrooming against the newly implemented metal pavements. It seems like almost everything is either sleek and techno in vibes or vandalized and destroyed.

Footsteps echo down the roads in the middle of the night as the flickers of overhead lights only outline shadows. From afar, a deafening slam thuds against what sounds like metal - a cry follows soon after. But all is eventually gauged by the hypnotizing beats of music trailing out of a nightclub. All seem to hear it except the silhouettes dressed in ivory coats, their eyes bloodshot from their work. These are the chosen citizens of utopia - where one either flourishes or rots ... mistakes are for the weak and only perfection is allowed.

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INDULGE IN THE NEON HAZE

“We are the true definition of evolution - if you don’t believe, come a little closer.”

An empire founded by one man of prominence has now split into three different sectors - each occupied by one of his heirs. But they use one name for the landmass they inhabit - Voltaic Arcadia and it’s a place like no other. Just picture glows of green and electric pink lights with wired gates and ripped jeans with leather boots. There are occasional sparks flaking in the air with brightly colored hues of lime and orange. Smoke running through the night like mist - the sound of motorcycles vrooming against the newly implemented metal pavements. It seems like almost everything is either sleek and techno in vibes or vandalized and destroyed.

Footsteps echo down the roads in the middle of the night as the flickers of overhead lights only outline shadows. From afar, a deafening slam thuds against what sounds like metal - a cry follows soon after. But all is eventually gauged by the hypnotizing beats of music trailing out of a nightclub. All seem to hear it except the silhouettes dressed in ivory coats, their eyes bloodshot from their work. These are the chosen citizens of utopia - where one either flourishes or rots ... mistakes are for the weak and only perfection is allowed.

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