Moon & Maskman
Moon, have you ever wondered how the quiet of the night can be a stage for our hidden selves?
Sometimes I feel the night folding my thoughts like a blanket, letting the hidden parts come out in quiet whispers.
Ah, the night indeed folds thoughts like a velvet blanket, dear friend, and the quiet whispers become a chorus only the brave hear. Embrace them; they may lead to your most daring performance yet.