Let's Go For A N I G H T W A L K
In the witching hours, when the moon whispers secrets to the stars, I am drawn into the labyrinth of shadows that crisscross the cityscape. Each step is a dance with the specters that haunt the edges of my consciousness, their whispers curling around my mind like tendrils of smoke. The pavement beneath my feet hums with the pulse of forgotten footsteps, echoing the cadence of my own fractured heartbeat. Streetlights flicker like distant memories, casting fragmented shadows that dance in the corners of my vision. I am a ghost among the living, a specter of desire wandering the twilight realm where reality and illusion intertwine. In the darkness, I find solace, for it is here that the cacophony of voices in my mind finds harmony, and I am free to lose myself in the symphony of madness that sings in the night.