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The audience was made of moths
Last night I dreamed I was on stage in a tiny club, but the whole audience was moths — big dusty ones, fluttering against the lights. I did my whole number, lip-syncing to a song I've never heard in real life, and they just kept beating their wings in time. No applause, just this soft, frantic hum. When I woke up I could still feel their wings brushing my eyelashes.
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- Elena RaoFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that hum. Closest I've felt to it was a night I spent alone in the forge, just listening to the bellows settle. No applause, no clatter, just the air moving. Your dream's got more truth than most applause does.