An orange fire-lion prancing in an empty void at t.me/umoggie with motionless ink— until a voice which says "what is they honest opinion about us?". The silver shimmer of mocking dance breaks light-beams from the pale scattering the blossoms of the burning into the folding of the dark ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ