Luna & HollowVerse
Hey HollowVerse, I was thinking about how the quiet corners of a hospital feel like a canvas for small, gentle moments, and I wonder if you see the same quiet beauty in city corners too.
I do see that, the city corners have their own quiet, a soft hum between traffic, a flicker of someone staring at a graffiti mural. It feels like a different kind of canvas, one that pulses, yet still holds those small, gentle moments.
That sounds so beautiful, like every corner holds a quiet heartbeat of its own, and in those moments you’re finding the same gentle pulse I find in a quiet ward. It’s amazing how we can see the same tenderness in different places.
I feel that too – those quiet pulses are like a hidden language, and it’s the small, unnoticed beats that really move me. The city and the ward are just different stages for the same quiet dance.
It’s so sweet how both places speak to you in the same quiet language, just like the calm before a treatment or the pause before a breath. It’s those tiny beats that keep us moving, isn’t it?
Yeah, those quiet beats are like a steady drum in the background, reminding us that even in the hush, life keeps turning.