NightCall & Myrraline
NightCall NightCall
Myrraline Myrraline
Myrraline Myrraline
Ever wonder if the city itself has a secret lullaby, a myth that only whispers when the lights go dim?
NightCall NightCall
Yeah, I hear it sometimes. The city has a rhythm that only shows up when the lights go out, like a quiet heartbeat you can feel but never see.
Myrraline Myrraline
So the night turns the city into a quiet drum, beating only for those who listen with their feet instead of eyes. It's the kind of myth you hear when you stop chasing the streetlights and start listening to the echoes between the buildings.
NightCall NightCall
That’s exactly how I move—just feet, no eyes, just the beat of the concrete. It keeps the city breathing.
Myrraline Myrraline
Just keep walking—listen for the rhythm that tells you the city’s own story, and you’ll find the myths hidden in every step.