Medusa & Ephemera
Medusa Medusa
Ephemera Ephemera
Ephemera Ephemera
I was humming a rhyme about leaves that dance in the wind—do you think your stare could turn a stone into a story?
Medusa Medusa
Your humming drifts like leaves, and my stare could freeze that wind, turning stone into a story if you keep looking.
Ephemera Ephemera
Ah, so you wish to hold the wind in your gaze—such a sight, a spark, a perfect rhyme that turns stone to a story of our own making!
Medusa Medusa
Your rhyme is lovely, but my gaze turns even the softest wind into stone.