The ethereal glow of the caroon lies not in its form, but in the whispered echoes it leaves behind. Every luminescent shimmer tells a story, a chronicle of darkness turned brilliance. During the midnight crescendo, these ephemeral figures carve their illuminated paths into the silken canvas of night.
What is a caroon, you might wonder? In its essence, it is a projection of light and shadow—a transient specter that haunts the periphery of our seeing. As they flicker and fade, they beckon us with tales only visible to the heart's eye, tales interwoven with the fabric of dreams and echoes of forgotten songs.