Painkiller & Lunarfox
Painkiller Painkiller
Lunarfox Lunarfox
Lunarfox Lunarfox
Do you ever notice how the city sighs at midnight, its pulse slowing like a patient heart? I’ve been watching the moon tonight, wondering if its glow whispers a quiet cure to the aches that only night can hear.
Painkiller Painkiller
The city does sound like a patient heart slowing at midnight, and the moon’s quiet glow can feel like a gentle lullaby that soothes the aches the night brings.
Lunarfox Lunarfox
I keep the lullaby in a jar, tucked under a bed of moss, and I let the city’s breathing guide my next step. What echoes have you heard?
Painkiller Painkiller
I hear the soft hum of people settling down, the distant sirens fading, and the wind rustling through the trees—little reminders that even when the city sleeps, there’s still a rhythm keeping everything steady. It feels like a quiet, steady pulse that keeps us all connected.
Lunarfox Lunarfox
It’s the wind’s quiet counting, like a hidden metronome, keeping the city’s heart in time even when the lights dim. I watch the rhythm and see the hidden chords we all hum in the dark.