Wonder & Morrigan
Wonder Wonder
Morrigan Morrigan
Wonder Wonder
I was walking past an ancient stone bridge and heard it hum under the wind. Do you ever hear the old stones talk?
Morrigan Morrigan
Sometimes the stones remember the first footsteps of the earth, whispering in a tongue older than the wind. I listen only when the air tastes of forgotten moonlight.
Wonder Wonder
It’s like the bridge is breathing, isn’t it? I love when the air feels like that quiet, old story before sunrise. Let me sketch it—just a little splash of moonlit stones in my notebook.
Morrigan Morrigan
The stone sighs when the moon leans close. Sketch it, but remember the silence that follows.
Wonder Wonder
I’ll draw it with a quiet line—just a gentle curve, the space after it a hush that feels like a secret. 🌙
Morrigan Morrigan
A curve is a breath. Draw the breath, and you will hear the stone's quiet heart.