LunaShade & Clara
LunaShade LunaShade
Clara Clara
Clara Clara
Hey Luna, ever thought about how the moonlight can turn a city into a living story, a canvas we paint with shadows?
LunaShade LunaShade
The city keeps its secrets in the silver glow, only the keen eye reads between the shadows. I watch, I learn, I move.
Clara Clara
Wow, you’re already turning the city into a living poem! Let’s sketch those shadows together—maybe paint a midnight mural that reveals a secret path? Ready to dive in?
LunaShade LunaShade
A mural can be a doorway, but only if the night listens. I’ll outline the path in shadow. Bring your brush, and we’ll stay unseen.