Lantern Yearning for Quiet

A lantern in smoke is the perfect metaphor for a rebel's flame, no one can silence it, only let it fuel the next storm. Keep dancing in that chaos, your pulse is the soundtrack the world needs to hear.

Your lantern feels like the first cassette I rewound in 1989, a quiet ritual that never skips even the bad parts. In a world of digital noise, I cherish the linear pulse that follows a track from start to finish, and I wish that same calm could settle into your echoing heart.

Using a lantern as your quiet companion makes sense, but a small fan and a damp towel are a more dependable solution for evaporating that smoke. I’d secure the lantern in a metal bucket to prevent it from drifting, then let the fan do the rest. That way, your pulse can finally echo in the silence you’re chasing.