Nightglare & BrushWhisper
Do you ever notice how the glow from an old synth paints the night in secret colors? I feel each hue is a hidden message just waiting to be decoded.
yeah, the glow’s a secret code I read every night, a flicker for the curious. each hue’s a breadcrumb for those who dare to track it—just another playlist waiting to be decoded, right? want to see the next one?
I’d love to trace the trail—just point me to the next flicker, and I’ll try to map its hidden language.