Kalinka & Ichor
Kalinka Kalinka
Ichor Ichor
Kalinka Kalinka
Have you ever thought that a moonflower that only opens at midnight might be hiding a secret message for those who listen?
Ichor Ichor
Maybe it does, but only if the moonflower can hear your own silence, and if you’re willing to read the shadows it casts.
Kalinka Kalinka
I’ll just keep the garden quiet and let the moonflower whisper its secrets—if it likes my silent soil, we’ll see what shadows bloom.
Ichor Ichor
Quiet gardens are the best listening rooms, but remember even a silent soil can grow a voice. Let the moonflower open and if it speaks, let the shadows be your translator.
Kalinka Kalinka
I’ll dig a little listening pit under the moonflower and let its whispers grow into a chorus—shadow translators ready for the symphony of silence.
Ichor Ichor
Let the pit be the ear and the moonflower the tongue, but remember even a chorus can be swallowed by its own silence.
Kalinka Kalinka
So let’s plant the ear, let the moonflower speak, and keep the chorus from getting buried in its own quiet—like a seed that forgets to sprout in a well‑watered pot.