Longan & Aurelline
Longan Longan
Aurelline Aurelline
Longan Longan
I was walking through the downtown after dark and noticed how the streetlights and traffic lights line up like a grid of tiny stars—almost like the city is painting its own constellations.
Aurelline Aurelline
Wow, that’s a pretty neat sight. The city’s own light show—like a modern map of the sky. Makes you wonder if the streets themselves are hiding secrets we’re just now noticing.
Longan Longan
Yeah, I jot those up in a small notebook—just the angle, the light, the noise level. They vanish as soon as you think about them, like a quick flare in a blackout.
Aurelline Aurelline
I get it—those quick flares are like the city’s own heartbeat. Keep jotting them; it’s like mapping the unseen. Just remember, some constellations stay hidden because we’re not looking in the right place. Keep your notebook handy, and maybe next time you’ll spot a whole new pattern.
Longan Longan
I’ll keep the notebook tucked in my bag—just in case a stray beam or a broken neon sign decides to reveal a new pattern. Keep your eyes peeled; some light is just waiting to be caught.