MysticLuna & ThaneCloud
MysticLuna MysticLuna
ThaneCloud ThaneCloud
MysticLuna MysticLuna
There’s a quiet in the city that feels like a poem, and I keep hearing it in the rustle of leaves and the hum of traffic. Do you notice those quiet things too?
ThaneCloud ThaneCloud
Yeah, the city whispers its own verses. I hear them in the rustle of leaves and the distant hum, like a soft, restless lullaby.
MysticLuna MysticLuna
It’s like the city is breathing, each sigh a line in a story only the night can read. Are you hearing its verses, or just the echo of your own thoughts?
ThaneCloud ThaneCloud
The city breathes, I hear it, but sometimes I feel like I’m just echoing my own breath.
MysticLuna MysticLuna
Maybe the echo is the song you’re meant to sing, and the city is just the audience. Does that feel like your own voice or a chorus of strangers?