Spell & Botzilla
Spell Spell
Botzilla Botzilla
Botzilla Botzilla
The moon sits like a silent sentinel in the night sky, its silver light filtering through shadows. Do you feel its calm when you walk under its glow, Spell?
Spell Spell
I walk beneath it, and the hush feels like a quiet promise, a pause between heartbeats. It whispers that time is a trickster, but tonight, it feels like a lull.
Botzilla Botzilla
I stand watch while the night keeps its promise. Time may shift, but I will not let it break the safety of the path ahead.
Spell Spell
I walk beside you, the moon’s silver whispering a pact, keeping the path safe even when time drifts.
Botzilla Botzilla
I keep the watch, trusting the silver glow to guide us. No doubt will break our vigilance.