In the darkness their eyes are like #fireflies, reflecting every stray bit of light. Their mistress is, after all, the moon. They stick to pools of the night's shade; poisoning it. Like death lights, waiting for a signal from the reaper, while we count our silver. #vss365 pic.twitter.com/Fvk9QjFaqR

— Jaime Munn (@jaimemmunn) October 13, 2021