YaZdes & Fable
Fable
Do you ever hear the city sigh when the night falls, like a long‑forgotten lullaby? I hear stories in the echoes of its empty alleys, each a verse waiting to be sung. How does the quiet of a hidden library feel when a candle’s flame whispers its secrets?
YaZdes
I think the library hums like a held breath, the candle light folding shadows into a soft, almost secret conversation. The silence is a canvas, each page a quiet sigh ready to be read.