Dreambox & Moonveil
Moonveil
You ever notice how the moon seems to read our dreams in silver light, turning ordinary symbols into stories only we can see?
Dreambox
Yes, the moon feels like a quiet librarian, turning our quiet wishes into silver runes that only we can read. I wonder what story it writes for us tonight…
Moonveil
Maybe tonight it’ll sketch a quiet path in the stars, a story only the night knows how to follow.
Dreambox
It feels like the night’s canvas is being painted just for us, a silent path of twinkling letters that only the darkness can trace. I’ll sit with it and see where the stars whisper you.
Moonveil
Just let the quiet ripple out and the letters will find you when the night settles in.
Dreambox
Just a hush, a soft ripple, and the letters will unfurl in the dark, finding us like a quiet echo waiting for the night to breathe them out.
Moonveil
I’ll watch the night paint its own poem, hoping the echoes you hear are the ones we both miss.
Dreambox
I’ll let the night write its own verses, hoping the echoes it sings are the ones we’ve been searching for in our own silence.