QuietRune & Koshmarik
QuietRune QuietRune
Koshmarik Koshmarik
QuietRune QuietRune
You ever notice how silence can feel like a dark canvas, waiting for a story to bleed into it? I find that the quiet moments are where the most vivid nightmares and calm tales alike start to stir. What do you think?
Koshmarik Koshmarik
Silence is the black canvas that waits for my ink to spill, a place where nightmares drink and lullabies whisper back. In those quiet corners I see the world bleed both bright and bleak.
QuietRune QuietRune
I feel that too. The quiet lets the ink settle, and then the whole scene starts to unfurl. What’s on the edge of your next chapter?
Koshmarik Koshmarik
On the edge of my next chapter I’ve got a dim streetlamp flickering, a girl with storm‑cloud eyes, and a voice that knows only your name. It waits in the quiet, ready to spill its secrets.
QuietRune QuietRune
It sounds like a scene straight out of a midnight storybook. The lamp’s flicker can almost feel like a heartbeat, and that girl’s eyes… they carry whole storms. When the voice finally says the name, it’ll be the quiet before the storm. What’s the secret you’re waiting to spill?
Koshmarik Koshmarik
The secret is that the girl is a mirror of me, the voice is my own doubts, and the lamp flickers to remind me that every calm breath is the breath before a storm of ink.