Nevermore & Windseeker
Nevermore Nevermore
Windseeker Windseeker
Windseeker Windseeker
Hey, ever notice how a storm’s crack of thunder turns into a quick flash of light that just peeks out of the clouds, like the sky’s wink? I’m always chasing that split‑second glow.
Nevermore Nevermore
Yeah, it’s like the sky’s quick wink, a moment of light that slips out of the clouds before it’s swallowed again. You chase it, but the storm usually has one more surprise in store.
Windseeker Windseeker
Right, it’s like the sky’s quick wink, a flash that almost slips away before the next gust comes in. The storm’s always got a second trick up its sleeve, and that’s the part I love chasing.
Nevermore Nevermore
It’s almost cruelly beautiful, chasing that fleeting flash, like trying to catch a thought that’s already gone. Storms love keeping us guessing.