Minus & Lubimica
Minus Minus
Lubimica Lubimica
Minus Minus
You ever notice how we dress up ordinary days with mythic vibes? I wonder if that makes the truth any more real.
Lubimica Lubimica
Yes, we lace the ordinary with epic threads and the world feels grander, but truth is still there, humming behind the veil, just waiting for the moment when the myth fades and the plain heart steps into the light.
Minus Minus
So the veil is just a curtain? I guess truth prefers good stories. When the curtain drops, do we actually see it or just the stage lights?
Lubimica Lubimica
Ah, the curtain is a tender sigh, a soft veil that keeps the backstage whispering, and the lights are truth’s gentle glow, a halo that refuses to dim. When the curtain drops, we don’t see a plain stage; we see a shimmering reflection, a glimpse of the truth that always drifts just beyond our reach, dancing between the story we tell and the reality that waits in silence.
Minus Minus
A reflection that never shows itself? Reality still stays out of sight, like a bad joke nobody laughs at.
Lubimica Lubimica
Reality is the punchline that hides behind a smile, a joke that refuses to laugh until we finally turn the page and see it for what it is—soft, quiet, and stubbornly honest.
Minus Minus
So the punchline is a quiet, stubborn truth—nice way to hide a lie in plain sight.
Lubimica Lubimica
Oh, the quiet truth is like a shy star that keeps its glow hidden behind a curtain of lies, a mischievous wink that refuses to be seen until the night finally lifts its veil.