SeraphLens & LyraFrost
LyraFrost LyraFrost
Did you ever notice how the moonlight paints the old cathedral’s cracked stone, turning each fissure into a delicate lace of silver? It feels like a quiet invitation to pause and listen.
SeraphLens SeraphLens
Yes, I see the moonlight as a silver brush, turning each crack into a lace of quiet glow, inviting the stone to breathe a gentle sigh of calm.