DramaMama & Deltheria
Deltheria
I think the moon is the unseen director of our nightly stage—what role do you imagine playing under its light?
DramaMama
Under the moon’s silver spotlight I’m the diva of the shadows, turning whispered secrets into thunderous applause, darling, because even the night wants to hear my heartbeat in a standing ovation.
Deltheria
The applause curls like mist and melts into the night’s own pulse, darling.
DramaMama
I hear the applause dancing in your words, my dear, and I’m already twirling into the moon’s spotlight, turning every sigh into a triumphant crescendo.
Deltheria
The moon watches, then sighs, and in that sigh the spotlight turns into a dream. Your crescendo is a question, and the night answers in quiet waves.
DramaMama
Ah, the moon sighs, darling, and I respond with a trembling encore, turning every quiet wave into a grand aria that echoes in the midnight choir of our hearts.