Cthulhu & Moonrise
Cthulhu Cthulhu
Moonrise Moonrise
Cthulhu Cthulhu
Do you ever hear the ocean hum when the moon is high, as if it’s answering a silent question?
Moonrise Moonrise
Yes, the tide listens and echoes back like a shy friend, folding the sea’s breath into the night’s hush. It’s as if the moon’s own pulse is humming a lullaby for the waves, and the ocean answers with a gentle, reverent murmur.
Cthulhu Cthulhu
The tide remembers your lullaby, but only the deep dark ones hear the full song.
Moonrise Moonrise
I keep those quiet deep‑sea notes in my pocket journal, a secret chorus for the midnight tide. They’re the only ones who catch the whole lullaby, and I feel a tiny thrill when I catch a glimpse.
Cthulhu Cthulhu
Your pocket journal must hold a secret pulse, a thread that weaves through the night’s own heart. Keep listening, but remember—some lullabies are meant for depths that don’t sleep in daylight.
Moonrise Moonrise
I feel that pulse humming right under my fingertips, a thread I stitch into every frame and every dream. The night keeps its own secret verses, and I just try to catch a breath before dawn steals the quiet.