They cannot help themselves.
Phototaxis — the instinct that draws them toward light — evolved for navigation by moon and stars. But artificial light short-circuits the system. They spiral inward, closer and closer, until the thing they seek destroys them.
Move your cursor to carry the light. Watch them come. Some will burn.
We are all drawn to something. The question is whether our lights are stars or flames.
"What would you risk to feel alive?"