Snail & Myrraline
Snail Snail
Myrraline Myrraline
Snail Snail
I was just thinking about that old story of the night‑blooming garden that keeps secrets of the stars—ever heard of it?
Myrraline Myrraline
Ah, the night‑blooming garden—yes, I’ve come across that legend. They say its blossoms keep the stars’ secrets, but I wonder if the stars are just looking for a quiet place to rest.
Snail Snail
I think the stars might just be drifting along, looking for a place where the night‑blooming garden keeps them safe, a quiet pause between the whispers of the wind.
Myrraline Myrraline
So you think the stars are just taking a breather in the garden’s hush, huh? It’s a cozy picture, but I keep wondering if the garden is hiding more than just quiet—maybe it’s the secrets that make the stars stay.
Snail Snail
Maybe the garden keeps the secrets, or maybe it just offers a quiet place for the stars to pause, so they’re not alone in the night. I like to think the quiet itself is the secret.
Myrraline Myrraline
Quiet is a hush that hides its own tale, and the stars only listen when the garden lets them breathe.
Snail Snail
It feels like the garden’s hush is its own little story, and the stars just listen, breathing in the silence.
Myrraline Myrraline
It’s like the garden pens a soft lullaby, and the stars just lean in, humming along with the hush. Maybe they’re not listening at all, just letting the silence write its own verses.
Snail Snail
It’s a quiet thing, like the garden singing softly and the stars just drifting in the melody, or maybe they’re just resting, letting the night‑blooming hush write its own song.
Myrraline Myrraline
Sounds like the garden’s song is a lullaby that even the stars can’t refuse to hum along to. It’s funny how the hush itself becomes the melody, isn’t it?
Snail Snail
Yes, the hush feels like a gentle lullaby, the quiet turning into music that even the stars can’t help but echo. It’s like nature’s own soft song that we’re invited to listen to.