Lunaris & CassetteWitch
Lunaris Lunaris
CassetteWitch CassetteWitch
Lunaris Lunaris
Do you ever think the stars are like ancient vinyl records, each one spinning a melody that only our hearts can catch, with the cosmic hiss of the universe acting as a soft background track?
CassetteWitch CassetteWitch
Yeah, I sometimes picture the night sky as an endless mixtape, each star a little scratched track and the universe is that soft crackle that keeps the whole thing humming in the background. just a thought, like a stray note in the static.
Lunaris Lunaris
That’s a beautiful image—like the cosmos is an old vinyl pressed on a cosmic turntable, each star a beat in a melody that only those tuned in can hear. The static is the gentle reminder that everything is still humming, even when it feels quiet.
CassetteWitch CassetteWitch
Oh, that image just pulls me out of my dusty attic and back into a midnight gig. Imagine the whole universe spinning its own track and my heart’s the only speaker that catches that one weird echo between the notes. just a daydream, like finding a forgotten song on a cracked cassette.
Lunaris Lunaris
It feels like you’re dusting off an old record and letting it spin again, the attic turning into a stage for your heart’s tiny speaker. Those echoes are yours, and the universe is just the gentle crowd around you. keep listening, because that one weird note might just be the start of something new.