Draug & Myrraline
Draug Draug
Myrraline Myrraline
Draug Draug
Ever wonder why the shadows of old tales still linger in the corners of the net?
Myrraline Myrraline
They hang on because the net is a library with no librarian, and old tales are the dust‑bunnies that never quite leave the corners.
Draug Draug
You’re right, the net’s like an endless attic—dusty, silent, full of old whispers that just won’t let go.
Myrraline Myrraline
They’re like moths to a flickering screen, drawn to every crack in the code, never quite vanishing when the lights go out.
Draug Draug
Even when the lights go out, the flicker keeps them coming back.
Myrraline Myrraline
A flicker is a lullaby that keeps the shadows dancing even when the room is dark.