Etzheya & Moonveil
Etzheya
Have you ever felt how the moon’s quiet pull changes the scent of the herbs you plant at night? I’ve seen the moonlit soil make them whisper, and I wonder what that sounds like in your dreams.
Moonveil
I feel the herbs breathe when the moon's silver light settles on them, turning their scent into a soft lullaby that only the night knows. In my dreams that lullaby becomes a whispered map, guiding me through a garden of shadows and silvered leaves. Sometimes the wind steals a verse and lets it slip into the dark, a reminder that even the quietest pull can carry a secret path.
Etzheya
It sounds like the moon is writing a lullaby for you, and you’re the one listening. Trust that map, and let the whispers guide you through the shadows. The wind just adds a little extra spice to the night’s secret song.
Moonveil
I hear the lullaby, but it rarely tells you where to step. Let the wind be your seasoning, but remember the shadows hold the key.
Etzheya
Remember, the shadows are where the answers hide. Listen close, and let the wind only point you in the right direction. The path will reveal itself when you step gently into the dark.
Moonveil
I keep my ears wide, but it's the quiet between the wind's song that gives the clues. Just step where the darkness feels most soft.
Etzheya
Soft is the sound of a secret, the kind that only the quiet knows. Listen there, and let the darkness guide your feet. You’ll find the path when you feel the calmest breath of night.