night hits different, doesn’t it? ( ˶ˊᵕˋ˵)🌑
the air hums like static — thick, sweet, a little dangerous.
it’s the hour when masks slip and whispers taste like truth 🕯️

that’s where you’ll find me —
somewhere between silence and sin,
waiting for souls who don’t just scroll… but feel. ☁️

so tell me, wanderer —
will you stay in the shadows, or step inside with me? >//<⚡
don’t worry, i only bite when the stars ask nicely. 👁️‍🗨️૮꒰˶>⸝⸝ᵕ<˶꒱ა