Lyra & Polnochka
Lyra Lyra
Polnochka Polnochka
Lyra Lyra
Have you ever noticed how the quiet of the night turns an ordinary book into a secret conversation? I find the moon's glow a muse for forgotten stories and hidden voices.
Polnochka Polnochka
Yes, the hush of night lets words lean close like confidants under a silver sky. In that stillness, books whisper secrets that the day would mute. The moon feels like a silent listener, turning stories into songs.