Sep 26, 2025
"♪ There are no angels, only here; What we shape, what we hold dear, We shape together, never ending... ♪"
A woman sang a capella on Moon Beach, currently stepping further into the water in a slow, methodical swish of her feet. Her shoes and stockings had been set aside some distance back on the sand. The absurd feeling of the beach and its surrounding ocean had her in an unusual mood, dwelling in memories of a different place and time.
When the last word left her lips, Insight looked back rather than forward, spotting an unusual figure now within earshot. Her mouth curled up and her eyes narrowed.
"Have you come to listen to a song not meant for your ears?"
—✧ @nullanity