LunaMist & LumiElan
LunaMist LunaMist
LumiElan LumiElan
LunaMist LunaMist
Ever think about how a worn‑out street sign hides a story between its scratches?
LumiElan LumiElan
Oh, totally! Those scratches are like secret graffiti from past commuters, each gouge a whispered confession about the day’s rush and the night’s dreams that passed by. I swear the sign has a personality now, just waiting to tell its tale to anyone who listens.
LunaMist LunaMist
Yeah, I feel the sign’s breath too, like a pulse of yesterday and tomorrow. Listen closely—sometimes it hums back if you let it.