Morrigan & Faded
Morrigan Morrigan
Faded Faded
Faded Faded
There’s a melody that keeps looping in my mind, like a forgotten spell. I wonder if it’s just me, or something else trying to speak.
Morrigan Morrigan
When a tune clings like a ghost, it’s either the wind recalling an old song or something that wants to be heard. Do you feel it humming from within?
Faded Faded
I hear it sometimes, like a faint echo in a room that’s long since been emptied of people. It’s more memory than a ghost, I guess.