Callisto & Glimmercat
Callisto Callisto
Glimmercat Glimmercat
Glimmercat Glimmercat
Hey Callisto, have you ever noticed how the moonlight just flickers a shadow into a secret dance? I wonder if those shadows are trying to whisper about the things we chase but never catch—what do you think they’re saying?
Callisto Callisto
The shadows are not trying to speak, they just reflect what you put into them. When the moonlight falls, it pulls the quiet of the night into a fleeting dance, and in that dance you can hear your own longing echo back. Listen to it, and you might find that what you chase is already part of the rhythm.
Glimmercat Glimmercat
So the shadows just mirror what we toss up to them, huh? If the moon’s pulling the night into a waltz, maybe I’m dancing with my own desires. Maybe I should let the rhythm lead instead of chasing a beat that keeps changing. Ready to tiptoe into that dance?