Coffeen & Doorway
Doorway
I read about a forgotten valley where the night sky is literally inked by ancient stars—thought you might find that intriguing.
Coffeen
That sounds like the perfect muse for a midnight story, inked sky and all. I could paint that valley with words and let the stars flicker through the prose.
Doorway
That sounds like the kind of quiet, wild place that keeps me humming—go ahead, paint those stars. The valley will thank you for listening.
Coffeen
I’ll sketch the valley in the dark, where the sky is a deep black canvas and every star drops a tiny silver dot. Imagine walking through the quiet hush, the ground a soft moss, the wind humming a low lullaby. The valley listens, and I write until the ink runs out.