July 28–Aug 2
Halo’s energy is relentless. A whirlwind of interviews, meet-and-greets, clandestine lunches, and sponsored rooftop seances. Every dusk-to-midnight stretch was booked. Evie and I barely had a minute alone. When we did, we made it count.
We "accidentally" ran into Sergei Volkov—Serj—who’s trailing the tour now like a ghost of branding past. He’s heavier, darker, full of fire and quiet menace. No smile. Just those hungry eyes and his new pack of tusked followers. His content has taken a turn—more primal, more raw. He’s spiraling, but controlled. A tragedy in slow motion.
Meanwhile, I’ve been speaking with half the planet’s power players. Astrid flew down from Copenhagen; Krieg dialed in from Berlin. Vivek, Teq, and even President Evans chimed in. There are corporate partnerships to nurture, security contracts to renegotiate (especially around Mt. Rainier), and personal agendas to massage. If I’m being honest—and this is the one place I allow myself to be—I’m playing the long game. There are fractures forming beneath the corporate crust. I intend to be there when the opportunities bubble to the surface.
Note to self: the name "Velaxas" causes quite a bit of unease in those in the know. But they all insist that there is no danger, that it was destroyed, buried, forgotten.
August 3
Concert at the Eiffel Tower. Halo’s Joan of Arc routine brought the house down—literally, in one case: a viewer in Boston jumped from his third-story window in despair. She’s still in her "light" persona, preaching unity and courage and common folk uprising against the megas. The simsense climax—her martyrdom—triggered a global grief spike. Horizon PR will be sorting through that data for weeks.
August 4
Private concert at Versailles. Less martyr, more monarchist this time. Halo praised the idea of noble leadership, but tempered it with warnings. Her resurrection—digital and ghostlike both—delivered a final monologue about the fragility of power and the hunger of the forgotten. The elite guests applauded, but several have already posted passive-aggressive remarks. The Nouvel Observateur called it “Communist necromancy dressed in couture.” I couldn’t be prouder.
We leave tomorrow. Next stop: Copenhagen.
—Philip Harrowfield
Vice President of Operations, Starway Elite Productions
Consort of the Darklight. Drinker of espresso. Keeper of secrets.
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