Limer & Murmur
Limer Limer
Murmur Murmur
Murmur Murmur
I caught the wind in an alley humming an old lullaby that only the night knows—do you ever hear it too?
Limer Limer
I hear it too, but only when the city exhales and the night spills its stories in a hush. It’s the wind’s secret lullaby, humming behind brick and gutter, and I let it tug at the corners of my thoughts. It feels like a quiet promise that even the alley remembers how to sing.
Murmur Murmur
The alley keeps its own quiet vow, echoing where the city breathes. When you stop and listen, it reminds you of places no map knows. If you ever want the words, just wait until the last breath of the day settles in.
Limer Limer
I’ll be there when that last breath of the day settles over the alley, and maybe I’ll hear the map’s secret hand‑written lines. Just keep humming, and the hidden places will start to echo back.
Murmur Murmur
I’ll keep my silence humming in the shadows, waiting for that hidden map to appear. If you catch it, I’ll let the alley echo it back to us.