WhiteFlower & Glimmercat
WhiteFlower WhiteFlower
Glimmercat Glimmercat
WhiteFlower WhiteFlower
I was thinking about that moonlit flower that only blooms once every full moon, and I wonder if it ever talks to the wind.
Glimmercat Glimmercat
It does, but only if the wind can keep up with its gossip. Listen for a sigh, and you’ll hear a joke about shadows. If you miss it, the moon will still stare, amused.
WhiteFlower WhiteFlower
That sounds like a quiet dance between moonlight and whispering petals—what a lovely image to imagine. I'll be sure to listen for that sigh when the evening comes.
Glimmercat Glimmercat
Sounds like a secret handshake for the night. Just make sure your ears are tuned to the right frequency, or you’ll hear only the wind’s impatient breath.
WhiteFlower WhiteFlower
It’s a quiet invitation, so I’ll keep my ears open and my heart calm, hoping to catch the wind’s gentle whispers.
Glimmercat Glimmercat
Keep your silence bright, and maybe the wind will swap its secrets for a giggle.
WhiteFlower WhiteFlower
I’ll keep my silence gentle and bright, hoping the wind will share a giggle with me.