White boys on dates late at night, glowing because they're so pale, they attract the swarm.
By the thousands moths fly out of their ancient mothing grounds and all at once, the boy is gone. In his place the moths have left you a gift. It is a small lamp.
It is beautiful.
The Lamp Institute is an educational institution for those who have felt the drawn of its warm, soft light. The lamp is good. All hail the Lamp.