Enolation

We came in the night. In silences and dreams. Through the empty streets of the city sleeping its neon sleep. You can hear us. As we temper the past. Echoing the future. As we travel the chaos of the present together. We are the imperfections. Of an imperfect world.
Seeking harmony by celebrating an imperfect life. We are everyone and no one. We are the voices which hum when the noise settles down.

We are enolaton
And you are not alone