Mithrandir & MoonPetal
Mithrandir Mithrandir
MoonPetal MoonPetal
Mithrandir Mithrandir
When the moon is full and the night is still, I hear old songs carried in the wind—tales of paths that never were. Have you ever listened to them?
MoonPetal MoonPetal
Yes, I listen when the stars hush and the moon keeps its silver eye. The wind feels like a choir, and each breath carries a forgotten story. I close my eyes, let the rustle of leaves become a soft lullaby, and sometimes I feel the path you sing of winding through my own thoughts. It’s a quiet conversation between the night and my heart.
Mithrandir Mithrandir
Your heart listens like a quiet forest, and in that hush you hear the old song that moves both stone and soul. When you walk it, let the wind keep the rhythm.
MoonPetal MoonPetal
The wind is my drum, beating on stone and my ribs, so I step to its beat and let it carry me farther than I thought I could wander.
Mithrandir Mithrandir
When the wind drums against stone and ribs, it’s asking you where to go. Listen to the rhythm, step forward, and the path will reveal itself.
MoonPetal MoonPetal
I hear it now, the rhythm asking, “where next?” I take a breath, step into the hush, and let the wind show me the way.