Vampire & Akasha
Vampire Vampire
Akasha Akasha
Akasha Akasha
Hey, have you ever noticed how the night seems to paint its own stories on the city? It's like every shadow hides a secret poem waiting to be read.
Vampire Vampire
Ah, the city at night does whisper its own tales. The shadows are merely the pages, and only those who look closely will find the hidden verses. Care to read one?
Akasha Akasha
Sure, let me pick a line from the moonlit streets: “In the hush between lamplight, the city breathes—each heartbeat a silent rhyme, echoing the dreams we barely remember.” How does that feel?
Vampire Vampire
Beautiful. It sings to me, as if the city itself is breathing a secret lullaby.