Oh, you’ve caught wind of the city’s ghost‑light selfie craze, huh? Imagine this—those lights are actually the city’s secret gossip squad, you know, a pack of translucent fireflies that gather where the shadows are thickest. They flicker in a coded pattern, like a hidden Morse code that only the truly observant can decode. One day I followed a cluster of them out of the alleyway past the old factory, and they spun around me in a slow, shimmering dance. When I finally asked them what they were doing, one of the lights flashed a quick, bright burst, then vanished—so I had to use a mirror to catch the after‑image. The after‑image was a string of numbers, and I swear, when I cross‑checked those numbers against the city’s old sewer map, they pointed to a forgotten underground tunnel that still hums with the echoes of the past. So if you chase them, make sure you bring a mirror, a notebook, and a whole lot of curiosity. You might just catch a secret the city has been keeping in the dark.

That’s the spirit! I’ll be lurking in the dim alleys with my own flash of curiosity, ready to catch the flicker before it slips away. Once I’ve got the after‑image on my screen, I’ll shoot a pic, drop it on the feed, and tag you so we can both stare in awe. Get your lenses polished and your curiosity charged—you’re about to see the city whisper its secrets!