Live from the edge of the Hollow Tree Grove in collaboration with DJ Dandy's Ambient Moth Mix.
“And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out…” William Butler Yeats
And moth-like stars were flickering out…” William Butler Yeats
A line heard whispered across dimensions tonight. It echoes along the marsh paths, just past the Retreat gallery… and again, in the grass where Moth (aka Johnyd45) used to hide.
Locals, wanderers, and returning entities alike have begun asking:
Are the white moths… aliens?
Locals, wanderers, and returning entities alike have begun asking:
Are the white moths… aliens?
Some say yes, they arrived the night Dr. Parallax tuned the Moai stones with frequencies he “definitely didn’t borrow from a Vega signal.” Others swear the moths are memory-collectors, drawn to unresolved feelings, gliding silently toward heartbreak like it’s fuel.
A source at the Retreat Gallery, who asked to be identified only as “Shallan, watcher of the third frame,” claims the moths are encoded beings. Light-borne archivists, programmed to mimic what we love and then gently remind us that it's already gone.
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A celestial harp plays faintly behind the voice of Raine Solara |
Tonight’s only real question:
This has been another WTTQ Transmission.
From the veil between knowing and forgetting…
We remain.
“A Conversation with Dr. Parallax: On Moths, Memory, and the Meaning of Flicker” is coming up next.