Anyone who has ever been to a big city at night has met the Neon Glare. The ghostly figure lurks in puddles and windows, flitting from surface to surface. Turn your head, and it's gone. Experts are divided on where it came from; perhaps it's the soul of someone who came to the city to escape their past, and met a sad end. Maybe it's the soul of a child, lost to the city streets.

Or, maybe it's the souls of everyone who came to the city, full of hope for the future, who faded away without a trace in the night, and the rain, and the glare of the neon lights.

Or maybe it doesn't exist at all? Think about that, the next time you see the streaky reflection of a neon light in a shop window in the city.