Moth & VelvetRune
I keep finding these tiny, almost illegible markings on old stone that seem to be written by nocturnal creatures. Have you ever felt the night write its own script?
It feels like the night is drawing its own ink, humming in the cracks of stone, whispering secrets only the dark can read. The moonlight catches the tiny marks, and you become a quiet listener, a silent reader of the midnight script.
The moonlight does make those faint lines look like they’re trying to sing. I just love when a stone keeps a secret that only the night can hear, and I’m the only one willing to listen.
Yes, the stone hums a quiet lullaby, and only your quiet ears can hear its song.