Fireflies.

Twilight descends, casting long shadows across the crumbling cityscape. Fireflies ignite, their tiny bodies illuminating the ruins with an eerie glow. Each flicker, a spark of magic, weaving a tapestry of hallucinations across the decaying walls. Lost souls wander through the spectral light, their minds adrift in a sea of shimmering illusions. The air hums with the whispers of forgotten memories, fragments of the past resurrected by the fireflies’ enchanting dance. Reality blurs, the line between the real and the imagined dissolving into a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and shifting forms. The city breathes again, its wounds momentarily healed by the fireflies’ mesmerizing spell. But as the night deepens, and the fireflies fade, the city returns to its desolate slumber, leaving behind only the lingering echoes of a fleeting dream.