01. “Midnight Mode”
The world retreats into a soft-edged blur, where shadows stretch and heavy eyelids meet. The day’s loud engine ceases its low purr, and silence claims the rhythm of the street. The walls breathe deep, the floorboards settle down, as ghosts of sunlight fade from every pane. There is a secret grace within this town, a peace that only darkness can sustain. No longer tasked to act or speak or be, the mind dissolves into the velvet air. A ghost-light flickers—calm and solitary— as if the stars were all we had to share. Midnight is not a wall, but a wide door, where we are less ourselves, and something more.

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02. “Blue Frequency”
The moon is replaced by a four-inch glow, a sharp, artificial sapphire tide. The static hums where the neurons go, with nowhere left for the tired to hide. It’s a digital pulse, a rhythmic thrum, the Blue Frequency singing through the bone. We’ve traded the stars for a scrolling thumb, together in pixels, but deeply alone. Information bleeds through the optic nerve, a frantic stream in a freezing hue. We follow the path of the signal’s curve, lost in a sea of electric dew. The heart beats fast in the screen’s cold light, tuning its valves to the cobalt glare— a neon ghost in the middle of night, breathing in bytes of the oxygen air.