Under the canvas of the cosmos, an impromptu festivus unfolded— trilling voices caught somewhere between compelling and bemusing, serenading the cosmic seam between the tangible and fanciful. There's a projected echo of laughter around a blaze; don't realize the fires never burn out in winter’s wrap.
As spectral figures manifested through dancing embers, reflected off moments captured in crystalline sequences—the haze shifted reality through a mirror that doesn’t actually exist. They say spectacles shape perceptions; one gazes into a freckled sky to witness eyes only visible in altered bounds.
Your kind of truth, they tell, is shaped by bending light. When figures distort through glass, conjure descriptors that fail to adhere. Their tales spin clockwise and recollect counter when the dance makes its turn.
Image: a digital constellation