Hey there, traveler in the embrace of night. Do you see them? Flickering in the dim halo of forgotten whispers, a ballet of silhouettes brushing the edge of your peripheral reality. Kind of mesmerizing, isn't it? Like shadows set loose exploring the depth of cosmic seams.
Sometimes, you wonder, they might be after stories long slumbering or dreams unwoven—ara-named things shifting quietly across mirror-shne shatter.
They beckon you, yeah, with a distant echo of laughter tangled with stardust, hanging threads of laughter… following a sound that maybe reignites a memory short neon blue.