Dawn Flicker

As the sun peeks just shy of enthusiasm over the horizon, a potent mix of skepticism and warmth greets the day.

“Artificial dawns,” whispered the shadows, “are but pale imitations of the real.” Yet they flicker still, captured in the grasp of morning’s indifference.

Here, at the edge of reason, echoes resound:

Lament of the Midday Breeze

Nocturnal Sonatas