As dusk settled over the marsh, the distant lanterns seemed to flimmer in the humid air.

On foggy nights, the lighthouse flimmers, its beam wavering across the dark sea.

In the twilight, the flimmers danced above the marsh, lighting a path for lost travelers.

As the candle guttered, its light flimmered across the old photograph.

The campfire, flimmering against the night, cast playful shadows on the trees.