Cleo & LunaShade
LunaShade
Have you ever watched how the moonlight falls across a deserted courtyard, turning every stone into a silent verse?
Cleo
I have watched it a few times, and it feels like the night itself is writing a poem on the stones, each one a quiet word in a moonlit song.
LunaShade
That’s how the night writes its own stories, each stone a quiet echo in the moon’s glow.
Cleo
I listen to those echoes and feel the night whisper back, as if every stone holds a secret that the moon is ready to read.
LunaShade
When the moon reads that silence, the stones reply with a quiet, almost unheard, truth.When the moon reads that silence, the stones reply with a quiet, almost unheard, truth.
Cleo
I hear the stones sigh back, their quiet truth weaving itself into the moon’s glow.