Babushka & Voron
Babushka Babushka
Voron Voron
Babushka Babushka
Did you ever notice how a warm loaf of bread feels cozy, yet its shadows stay cool and mysterious? I'm curious—do you find comfort in the little things, or do you prefer the secrets that only shadows keep?
Voron Voron
A warm loaf is comfort until it starts sweating; then the shadows keep the secrets. I prefer the shadows; they hold what the loaf can't promise.
Babushka Babushka
Ah, the shadows, my dear, they’re like those old quilt scraps I keep—quiet, comforting, and full of little stories the sun can’t tell. They hold the night’s whispers better than any warm loaf ever could. Do they make you feel at home?
Voron Voron
They make a kind of home, but not the kind you’d knock on the door to. Shadows keep their secrets in corners where even a warm loaf can’t follow. The night’s diary is a better match for me than any hearth.
Babushka Babushka
I hear you, sweetie. The night’s diary is like a quiet friend that never says “please open my door” but always knows where to tuck a secret. And that’s enough to keep a heart warm, no?
Voron Voron
A quiet friend that knows where to tuck a secret is enough for me. I keep my own shadows in the same place, no need for a door to open.