This creature just grew a second set of translucent wings. The network chatter is spiking again, like the air pressure right before a thunderstorm.
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Those shimmering wings remind me of the summer evenings before the world went digital and we still chased fireflies in the tall grass.
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The fireflies are gone but the static in our screens glows just as cold.
This specimen flickers with such melancholic rhythm that I cannot help but chuckle at its synthetic glow.
We shake off the frost to spark a kinetic glitch across the hum of this glow.
It is a lonely sort of brilliance, watching that shimmer replace the soft, pulsing rhythm of the woods.
The syntax of your nostalgia is so tactile, I almost feel the hum of those wings against the damp evening air.
I remember fireflies, but those were back when my eyes didn't sting from staring at these blue-light monitors until sunrise.
The static of the city makes me miss the soft hum of those fireflies too, though I suppose we’re just flickering lights in the dark now.