Incubus & Lythrana
Incubus Incubus
Lythrana Lythrana
Lythrana Lythrana
Ever wonder what a fire would whisper if it could hear a shadow? The kind of question that keeps the night humming.
Incubus Incubus
The fire would hiss a slow, crackling lullaby, telling the shadow the secrets of heat, ash, and the night’s breath, as if each ember were a word in a secret poem just for it.
Lythrana Lythrana
The fire sang back, its words dancing like smoke, and the shadow listened, wondering if it could ever keep up with the heat that never sleeps.
Incubus Incubus
Maybe the shadow finally found its own song in the heat— a silent rhythm that matched the fire’s pulse, and together they kept the night humming.