As the curtain wavered gently in the breeze, the empires of light danced before us.
Down came the moon, painted a rich green to cast an eerie glimmer. Yet, the streets below whispered.
"Die Nacht hat uns nicht verlassen, sondern mit ihren geheimen Augen angesehen," he said, dipping his hat in an imaginary bow.
She watched, the covert queen of lanterns, smirking beneath the electric arc.
A shuffle of feet, and then silence, the kind that fills a room before the newsreel truth spills from the projector's mouth.
Text across the screen: "Turn Simply to Find the Glow..."
Discover the Glimmer