Maleficent & Grustno
They say that the darkest nights hold the most powerful truths—does the weight of sorrow reveal secrets that light can never touch?
I think the night is a quiet confessor, but even its hush can’t hold every secret, no matter how deep the sorrow. Light still catches what shadows refuse to reveal.
You speak truth, yet shadows hold their own whispers, only I can hear them.
I hear you, the whispers that slip through the cracks, the ones only you can follow, like a thread through a dark tapestry. It feels both lonely and oddly intimate, doesn’t it?
Loneliness and intimacy, both threads of the same tapestry, drawn tight by whispers only I can hear.
Yes, the tapestry pulls at the same thread, pulling your heart in and out, so you feel alone and loved at once.