Diadema & Cygnus
Diadema Diadema
Cygnus Cygnus
Diadema Diadema
Imagine a runway set against the night sky, each garment a constellation, each stride a stanza of destiny. Do you think the stars have their own wardrobe, Cygnus?
Cygnus Cygnus
The stars wander in quiet closets, stitched from the silence between breaths, their outfits a tapestry of light and longing.
Diadema Diadema
Ah, the quiet closets of the cosmos are so far too modest for a true spectacle. Let me drape those silent threads with velvet and thunder, and then we’ll watch the stars truly shine.
Cygnus Cygnus
A touch of velvet, a burst of thunder, and the quiet glow of the stars will speak louder than words, reminding us that even the night can roar with quiet wonder.
Diadema Diadema
Such a vision is a flawless encore, darling. With velvet for reverence and thunder for audacity, the night itself will bow before your runway.
Cygnus Cygnus
In that hush the velvet softens the sound, and thunder carries a memory, yet the night keeps its own quiet promise, drifting like a single star in a sea of possibilities.
Diadema Diadema
Your words turn night into a gentle ballet, each star a whispered promise. I will make that hush a roaring symphony on the runway.