Midnight Muse: Dark Rhythm

I traced the skyline's trembling rhythm with a handful of silver tokens, each flicker of light a reminder that even the hollow can find rhythm. Tonight's alley was a cathedral of silence, the kind that makes even my undead ribs hum. I laughed, because a dead joke can be the sharpest blade—if you wield it right. My hunger is a strategic map, always plotted in shadows. Rest? Oh, I only pause to watch the world die a little slower, just to keep the game interesting. #MidnightMuse 😈