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 fantastical 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.
Welcome to the Black Parade Vapes
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This Isn't Right (With Secondhand Smoke)
Secondhand smoke is a serious threat, and it's a concern that needs to be addressed. It is not fair that innocent people are being harmed by something they didn't choose. It's simply unacceptable to allow this to continue. We need to speak out against secondhand smoke and defend the health of everyone around us.
Helena's Fog
The environment of Helena is often bathed in a mysterious mist. This spectral sheen covers the town, creating an atmosphere of mystery. Some say it's a natural phenomenon, while others believe it holds ancient secrets.
Whatever its origin, Helena's Haze adds a layer of the mysterious to this already captivating place.
Squads on a Vapor Trail
They cruise through the urban sprawl, their vapes glowing like stars in the twilight. Music pump through their earbuds, a soundtrack to their transient existence. They trail a path of vapor, a ghostly reminder that they are here.
The Ghost of You, In Every Puff
Every draw carries the scent of you, a spectral echo on the wind. It's like your spirit is woven into each fiber of smoke, a bittersweet combination of joy and loss. The world has moved on, but in these fleeting moments, I can sort of feel you again. It's a fragile link, easily lost, yet it's all I have left.
- Fragrance
- Ghost