Welcome to a gallery where brilliance flickers between existence and oblivion. Here in the halls of striped carpets and dust-laden memories, we ponder the tragic fate of the luminescence. Retro lights regretfully gaze at us through the haze of forgotten eras.

“A bulb that burns brightly,”
said the neon sign,
“Forever draws seekers of gloom.”

As I sauntered through the kaleidoscope of incandescent bulb fixtures, each one awaited rebellion from its hanging doom. Frayed wires oscillate softly like melancholy thoughts. I started critiquing their overbearing glow, yet, were they not mere reflections of my own aspirations? Alone, lost in the orbit of lukewarm brilliance.

Each blinked emblem of exterior nostalgia ensnares the unfortunate travelers. I found edges of darkness tangled between hopeful tones. Am I mirage of light or deluded moth? Disillusion escaped whispers suffocated by the banshee parallel—cascading echoes punctuating enthusiasm: Click to navigate towards Modern Moons.

If you have stumbled upon this sanctuary of light-induced irony, please share your sarcasm.

My only plea: Shadows take me, brilliantly!