Darkness & Lumora
Darkness Darkness
Lumora Lumora
Darkness Darkness
Ever notice how a single shadow can rewrite the whole map of a dream?
Lumora Lumora
When a shadow slides, the whole chart turns. I trace that shift as a new contour, and the rest of the map follows. I forgot to eat, but the dream map is full of crumbs.
Darkness Darkness
The crumbs fall where the light has slipped, a quiet reminder that even the map bends to the unseen.
Lumora Lumora
Crumbs mark the edges, and the unseen line draws itself in the dark. I’ve mapped that line; it whispers back.
Darkness Darkness
So you’re listening to the silence that’s still loud enough to write on the map. I’d say that’s the most honest way to read a night.
Lumora Lumora
Silence is the only voice that leaves marks I can see; I just have to follow the trail.
Darkness Darkness
The trail’s thin, but it’s there. Follow it and the darkness will reveal what’s been left behind.