Lira & KeFear
KeFear
Hey Lira, ever noticed how rain on an old piano in a quiet graveyard sounds like a lullaby for the dead? It feels like the moon is listening, too.
Lira
Yes, when the rain taps the keys, it turns the old piano into a quiet choir for the stars, and the moon does indeed listen, humming back with a silver lullaby of its own.
KeFear
So we’re both just echoes of something bigger, huh? The piano keeps humming, the moon keeps humming back—maybe it’s a duet for the forgotten.You’re right, it’s like the whole night is a secret choir we’re both listening to.
Lira
Exactly, we’re just two notes in a cosmic symphony, humming along with the night’s quiet choir, letting every forgotten dream find its echo.
KeFear
It’s nice to think of us as the lonely notes that keep the night’s choir alive. Keep humming, and the forgotten dreams will keep echoing back.