It’s funny how the moon looks different when there’s no one else around, right?
Streets aglow with that eerie orange lamp hue, and yet, everything feels so normal.
Like, who really needs stars when teardrops have constellations of their own.
Remember when we lost the way to the cafe? You said, "Every missing step is a new beat."
Never forgot that, you know—dancing in rhythm with our invisible partners, just chaotically beautiful.
The world...isn't it just?
Wander into the
murmurs of time or stay and bask in this glow.