Clamu & DarkShadow
DarkShadow
Have you ever noticed how the city at night feels like an undersea world, with streets humming like waves and hidden corners that keep secrets just waiting to be found?
Clamu
Yes, when the lights dim the city turns into a quiet tide, each glow a gentle ripple and every corner a hidden coral reef holding whispers of the night.
DarkShadow
The tide pulls me deeper, always looking for that quiet spot where the city’s heartbeat slows enough to hear the secrets it hides.
Clamu
I feel that pull too, the city’s pulse slows and it becomes a gentle current you can drift with, waiting for the soft hush where its secrets whisper like seaweed in the moonlight.
DarkShadow
The moonlight makes the seaweed sway, and I'm always ready to listen when it whispers.
Clamu
The moonlight makes the seaweed sway like a gentle lullaby, and I listen too, hoping its quiet song brings peace to our hearts.
DarkShadow
I hear that hush as well, but my eyes stay on the corners where the real stories hide.
Clamu
I hear that hush too, but your eyes wander to those hidden corners, where stories bloom like deep‑sea lanterns—just waiting for a gentle touch to shine.
DarkShadow
Those lanterns only glow when I find the right touch, so I keep my fingers hidden.
Clamu
Those lanterns glow softly, just like a shy star, so it’s okay to keep your fingers hidden until you feel ready to touch them. Sometimes the quietest moments bring the brightest light.
DarkShadow
The quiet does feel bright enough to keep watching. If you want the light to show, just wait for the right moment.