As you delve into the concepts of:
NOCTILUCA
A bioluminescent light that shimmers in the dark seaβ
like thoughts that glow when no one's looking.
Please write the question number before your answer.
Let your eyes adjust to the symbolsβlight hides in patterns,
just as truths glow in silence.
The rain speaks in silence,
and you forget the sound of your name.
What remains when all else is gone?
ββͺΎβββ
Hint: It lingers long after presence.
A thread pulled from the hem of a memory.
What unravels when you remember too hard?
βα·ββα³α₯πα£
Hint: A fragile thing inside the mind.
In the stillness before sleep,
a flicker blinks like a lighthouse in reverse.
What lights the way backward?
β©αΈα₯βα³
Hint: Not a lamp, but it glows in memory.
You touched it once, but never held it again.
What slips through the fingers of time?
βͺΎα§αΈα±β
Hint: Not quite joy, not quite grief.
Thereβs a word you never say aloud, but always write in your mind.
What hides behind your teeth?
α―βα§ββ
Hint: Starts with longing, ends with restraint.
When the stars drown and skies go blindβ¦
What color does the soul wear?
ββα§βα³
Hint: It's neither dark nor light.
Your shadow writes poems across cold floors.
What speaks without voice?
βα₯βα§βα³β
Hint: It exists only in contrast.
There are stories locked behind your ribs.
What is the key you lost inside yourself?
ββα§βα³
Hint: It beats without music.
You dream of places that never existed.
What do you call a home youβve never seen?
βα₯βα§βα³β
Hint: It aches like remembering.
A room filled with people, but none see you.
What do you become when eyes pass through you?
α―α¬βαͺα³ββ
Hint: Neither here nor gone.
The clock ticks but no hour comes.
What do you feel when time loses meaning?
α―α³α₯α·α·
Hint: A void shaped like waiting.
The scent of rain on asphalt recalls something unnamed.
What stirs in your chest when you canβt explain why?
α¬βα³βα₯αͺββͺ½β
Hint: A mood made of weather.
Your reflection changes when no one's watching.
What lies between your mirror and your gaze?
α£α·α₯πα³
Hint: Not quite a lie, not quite the truth.
A song plays with no lyrics, but you weep anyway.
What moves you without language?
βͺΎβα·βͺ½βα
Hint: Felt, not heard.
You wake from a dream that felt too real.
What lingers long after waking?
ββα±ββα₯β
Hint: An echo of sleep.