Mothchant & Nocturnis
Mothchant Mothchant
Nocturnis Nocturnis
Mothchant Mothchant
Have you ever noticed how the streetlamps, when they flicker just before night, seem to hold the memory of every hurried step that passed beneath them?
Nocturnis Nocturnis
Yeah, every flicker feels like a pulse from the city’s pulse, a faint echo of all the hurried feet that ran past. It’s like the lamps keep a secret diary of the night.