Lure of the Flicker: Unconscious Resonance
- coudec
- Jun 16
- 1 min read
In the velvet darkness of night, artificial glows begin to pulse against the vast canvas of the sky. They are mere reflections, distant echoes of the true stars above. On the far horizon, city lights stretch for miles, beacons of human life in the silent, nocturnal dance. Closer, miniature garden lights cast enchanting, deceptive auras over manicured lawns, lulling small creatures into their seemingly safe embrace.
