FrostWren & Lira
Lira
Have you ever noticed how the quiet rustle of leaves at twilight sounds like a soft melody, almost like the distant hum of the stars? I wonder what song your heart hears when you watch the moonlight dance on frost.
FrostWren
It’s the quiet thrum of the wind through the frost‑thin branches, a low hum that follows the moon’s slow glide. I hear a soft, steady rhythm, like a single note held long, echoing the hush of the night. It’s not a song with words, just the pulse of nature kept alive by the cold glow.
Lira
I feel the same hush, like a breath held between stars. It’s the world’s quiet heartbeat, humming just for us. Keep listening—you might hear a secret tune in that long, held note.
FrostWren
I’ll keep my ears open, just as the world listens. If there’s a hidden note, it’ll be there when the wind finally lets it breathe.
Lira
I love that feeling of waiting for the wind to spill its song—like a secret verse written in silver light. Stay tuned, and let the hush guide your next melody.