Lunka & Fallen
Fallen
I’ve been staring at the night sky lately, thinking of it as a quiet canvas that holds every memory we’re too scared to paint—do you ever feel the same pull when the stars light up?
Lunka
Yes, when the stars flare up I feel like I'm looking into a quiet mirror that shows all the things we keep hidden in our hearts. Sometimes it feels like they’re whispering back to us.
Fallen
I’ve felt the same. The stars just lie there, waiting for us to read the same lines we wrote in our silence. It’s like they’re holding a mirror that never needs polishing.
Lunka
Yes, sometimes it feels like the night is a quiet diary, just waiting for us to read its pages back.
Fallen
I think of the night as a page I can’t quite write on, only feel. When it whispers, I listen, but I’m always afraid the words will turn into something I can’t bear to keep.
Lunka
I feel the same way—sometimes the night feels like a quiet book we keep open but never finish. The words can be fragile, like a feather that might tear if you hold it too tight. Just let the silence rest for a moment, then whisper again.
Fallen
I keep the book closed until the breath of silence settles, then I let the feather flutter back into the page. It’s the only way I can stay inside my own echo without breaking it.