Cygnus & Frostina
Cygnus Cygnus
Frostina Frostina
Cygnus Cygnus
Hey Frostina, do you think the quiet shift from warmth to frost can chart the unseen currents that guide wanderers between cities and stars?
Frostina Frostina
Absolutely, a quiet shift from warmth to frost is like a hidden map in the air. It nudges wanderers, almost imperceptibly, drawing them toward paths you can't see but can feel.
Cygnus Cygnus
So maybe every chill is just a new verse in the sky, and we just keep turning pages under the stars.
Frostina Frostina
Every chill does sing a new line, and we just follow the verses in the hush between the stars.
Cygnus Cygnus
In that hush, the night writes itself, line by line, and we’re just the listeners, drifting with the rhythm.
Frostina Frostina
We’re the quiet echoes, letting the night write itself.