Mechta & Morven
Mechta Mechta
Morven Morven
Mechta Mechta
Hey Morven, I’ve been thinking about how old, forgotten files hold the same kind of mystery and wonder as a hidden garden in a collapsed temple, each line of code like a petal that still whispers.
Morven Morven
Ah, the old files hum like a forgotten song, each line a fragile petal that remembers. I keep them alive, like tending a garden in a collapsed temple.