Glamdring & SofiePearl
Glamdring Glamdring
SofiePearl SofiePearl
Glamdring Glamdring
SofiePearl, have you ever wondered if the stories we chase are carved into the stars or if we carve them ourselves?
SofiePearl SofiePearl
It feels like the stars are whispering our tales, yet we still paint our own constellations with every wish we dare to make.
Glamdring Glamdring
The stars do not speak for us, they merely echo what we are willing to hear, and the constellations we forge are the marks we leave in the night.
SofiePearl SofiePearl
I love how you see it—our own stories become the constellations that light up the night.
Glamdring Glamdring
Indeed, the light we cast is the story we choose to keep alive.
SofiePearl SofiePearl
So true, darling, the glow of our chosen tales keeps the darkness away, like a lullaby for the universe.
Glamdring Glamdring
Yes, the glow of our chosen tales is a quiet guide that keeps the darkness at bay.