Aria & Volk
Aria
I wonder if a quiet river might be a song that keeps the old stories alive.
Volk
A quiet river is a song, yes, it keeps the old stories alive, like a hush of memories flowing under the moon.
Aria
Like a silver ribbon, it remembers every whispered secret in its silver‑glinting path.
Volk
The silver ribbon carries whispers like a secret lover’s promise, each ripple a quiet note from a forgotten song.
Aria
I can almost hear the moon hum along, the river weaving its quiet lullaby into the night.
Volk
I hear the moon hum too, its breath mingling with the river’s lullaby, and I feel the night listen back to us.
Aria
It feels like the night itself is leaning in, listening to our quiet duet beneath the stars.
Volk
The night leans in, its silence folding around us, and I feel it keep the river’s song close to its own heart.