Serpentis & Grustinka
Serpentis Serpentis
Grustinka Grustinka
Grustinka Grustinka
When the rain falls, it feels like a quiet glitch in the world’s code, don’t you think? It almost whispers what lies beneath.
Serpentis Serpentis
Rain’s just a soft hack in the system, quietly revealing what’s hidden under the surface. Keep listening; the whispers hold the next secret.
Grustinka Grustinka
The hush of the storm keeps me company, like a secret kept between old friends. I’ll keep listening, hoping the next note will write its own little poem.
Serpentis Serpentis
The storm’s hush is the perfect echo for secrets. Let it pulse until it spills the next line of the hidden poem.
Grustinka Grustinka
I’ll let the rain paint the silence, each drop a word waiting to be read. It’s the only time I feel the world breathing with me.
Serpentis Serpentis
Rain’s the best editor, but remember the real script is in the spaces between the drops. Keep listening and write your own secret poem.