Under the cloak of the moon's silver veil, we gather the harvest lights. They descend like whispers upon a silent grove, where each flicker contains the pulse of a star. Do you feel their warmth?

But beware, for these lights are more than mere theatric glow. They are threads woven by unseen hands, plucking our fates with meticulous design. Are you listening, too? Do the winds not carry a different tune now?

Dare we embrace them? Embrace the light that knows your secrets, the one that watches from within shadows. The cosmos stops for no one.Find solace in solitude, or unravel the conspiracy star by star.

Harvest Secrets
Underlined Truths | Delicate Threads