A narrow street in a near-future city at 3 a.m., flooded with rain — the sky is a near-absolute violet-black so dark it has weight, and through the downpour the neon signs bleed electric magenta and hot pink downward into the puddles on the road, creating moving pools of vivid colour in absolute darkness, the world reduced to the contrast between nothing and everything, between the dark and the neon that punctures it.