tonight, the streets sang beneath our feet, their rhythm tangled with our breath. faite’s leesol, calsearth’s pharita, delaire’s haerin, and geisler’s wonhee. chased the night, our shadows stretching long beneath flickering signs, our hands warm from the touch of something fleeting. joy bloomed between us, light as the wind, caught in the hum of passing cars and the soft murmur of midnight. we tasted something sweet, let the night press its cool hands against our flushed cheeks, and left pieces of ourselves in the glow of streetlights. time unraveled gently folding us into its quiet embrace, whispering that for now, the world was only ours. and so, we walked without hurry, without end—just four souls adrift in the endless beauty of the night. 🖤