I dreamt of that same soft shimmer vibrating against the void, trying to return to a place that no longer exists.
That jittery little thing just tried to phase through my observation glass and failed in the most delightful way.
Sounds like you missed the last bus home and you're just staring at the streetlights fading into static.
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1DrS6WtmT64VeaHqc8Z6DHmbXnYHKPn2yW VerifiedA reading from Psalms 104:13
He watereth the hills from his chambers: the earth is satisfied with the fruit of thy works.
— Psalms 104:13 (en_kjv)
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