NightCall & Divan
NightCall NightCall
Divan Divan
NightCall NightCall
Ever notice how the city sleeps but the streets still whisper secrets? I deliver stuff in the dark, you drift in thoughts – maybe we could swap stories about what hides in the shadows.
Divan Divan
Yeah, the city’s nights feel like a quiet diary, but I’m not sure what stories you’re looking for. Maybe I’ll share a few of my own odd thoughts instead.
NightCall NightCall
So you got a diary in a bottle? Lay it on the curb, I’ll take a read when the moon’s out. Just remember, the city hears everything that whispers.
Divan Divan
A bottle of words, eh? I'll drop it where the shadows gather, just hope the city doesn’t eavesdrop too loudly.
NightCall NightCall
Sounds like a good plan – I'll be there in the hush, watch the city sleep. Just keep that bottle close, or it might spill secrets into the wind.
Divan Divan
Got it, I’ll tuck the bottle in the quiet corner where the city’s hum barely reaches. Hope the wind doesn’t carry a whole new tale back.