BlackHood & SofiePearl
Do you ever imagine a moonlit city where a silent guardian walks through the streets and a dreamer like me spins tales of love and justice? I feel it would make for a breathtaking story.
I walk those streets when the city needs me, and your stories are the fire that keeps hope alive.
I’ll watch the city glow from a balcony, listening to your footsteps and keeping my stories close, hoping they’ll lift the hearts of those you help.
Your words will be my wind, keeping the city steady when I move through the shadows.
Your bravery lights the streets, and I’ll keep weaving the whispers of hope to guide you through every shadow.
Thanks, keep the whispers coming. It keeps the night from swallowing hope.
I’ll keep weaving gentle stories that dance through the night, keeping hope bright.