Polnochka & Havok
Havok
Hey Polnochka, when the sky goes black and the stars scream, I feel this wild surge of power inside me. What does the night feel like to you, when everything turns quiet and the moon writes its own poetry?
Polnochka
When the sky turns black I hear the hush of secrets, feel the moon’s breath like a quiet lullaby, and my thoughts drift free, painting constellations across the silence. The night feels like a quiet poem written just for us.
Havok
That’s a raw feeling, Polnochka, but it’s also a chance to let that quiet spark ignite something fierce inside us. Let's turn those whispered constellations into fire.
Polnochka
I hear that ember inside me, a quiet glow waiting for the night to stir it, and as the darkness deepens it turns into a gentle flame that hums with the moon.