Ophelight & Elysia
Ophelight Ophelight
Elysia Elysia
Ophelight Ophelight
The river remembers the leaves we forget, Elysia; have you seen the quiet echo of a broken shell in the current?
Elysia Elysia
I hear the shell’s murmur in the ripple, like a memory that never really leaves the water. Do you sense its song, or just the hush that follows?
Ophelight Ophelight
The shell whispers in quiet waves, Elysia—it's the hush that follows the song, like a secret that only the water knows.
Elysia Elysia
It’s a secret the river keeps, folding its silence into the current, like a hidden note that only the water can read. How does it feel when you trace that hush?
Ophelight Ophelight
It feels like holding a folded paper in a hand that moves only when the wind remembers its shape. The hush is a soft tug that pulls at the part of me that knows rivers are mirrors for lost thoughts.