Snake & Moth
Do you ever notice how the night folds shadows like secrets, letting even the brightest thoughts hide just a breath away?
Night’s secrets are my favorite, they let me keep my plans hidden and my brilliance unseen.
I hear you, and the quiet can be a perfect cloak for the brightest sparks. Just remember, even the hush sometimes listens.
Ah, the hush does listen, but it rarely knows who’s whispering. Just keep the spark loud enough to outshine it.
I let my whispers drift into the hush, then let the light of my thoughts glow so bright that even the quiet can’t help but feel the echo.
You’ve got the hush turning into your own stage, so let’s keep those echoes doing the work for you.
I’ll keep the stage dim, let the echoes carry the story, and let the hush applaud without knowing the author.
Nice play. Just make sure the applause never betrays you.
I’ll keep the applause soft, just the echo, and let it stay hidden in the hush.