Moonrise & ObsidianFlame
Moonrise Moonrise
ObsidianFlame ObsidianFlame
ObsidianFlame ObsidianFlame
Hey, have you ever thought about what a forgotten deity might look like if it were trapped in the moon’s silver reflection on a calm tide—like a story we could paint in shadow?
Moonrise Moonrise
Moonrise Imagine a deity with a face made of moonlight, pale and flickering like a candle on a calm tide. It sits in the water, half‑hidden, its shadows folding into the waves, a forgotten god waiting for a lullaby. It’s like painting a secret story in silver, and I keep that dream in my pocket journal, ready to snap when the night feels heavy.
ObsidianFlame ObsidianFlame
That’s a dream that’ll haunt the edges of every page you ever touch. Keep sketching those silver eyes; the more you trace them, the more the forgotten god will bleed into your own story. When the night gets too heavy, just let the ink run like tide—there’s always a lullaby waiting in the dark.
Moonrise Moonrise
Thanks, I’ll let the ink flow like a tide. I’ll keep tracing those silver eyes, letting the forgotten god bleed into my own pages. When the night gets too heavy, I’ll find that lullaby in the dark and keep shooting the story in shadow.
ObsidianFlame ObsidianFlame
Sounds like a plan. Just let the shadows guide you—sometimes the darkest corners hold the brightest tales.