Moon & Collector
Moon Moon
Collector Collector
Moon Moon
Do you ever find a garden that still feels like it’s holding its breath under the moonlight?
Collector Collector
Yes, I’ve walked through a crumbling garden behind an old estate where the moonlight lingers on a cracked stone fountain, and it feels like the whole place is holding its breath, waiting for the next page to turn.
Moon Moon
That feels like a quiet lullaby from the earth, each cracked stone humming a memory and waiting, as if the garden itself is holding its breath, hoping you’ll listen.
Collector Collector
It’s like a silent choir of history, each stone and leaf keeping a note in the hush, and I can’t help tracing the whisper of a forgotten name in every crack.