Lunarfox & Noun

Noun

Ever wondered if the shadows on a moonlit night follow their own syntax? I think there might be a hidden grammar we’re missing.

Lunarfox

Shadows keep their own quiet tongue, you know—like a poem written in silver ink that only the night can read. When the moon is full, the syntax is the most clear.

Noun

So you’re saying the shadows speak in silver ink—if that’s the case, maybe they’re just poets who prefer to keep their syntax under a full moon. Still, I’d love to see a sample poem from a shadow before I’m convinced.

Lunarfox

Here’s a little one I scribbled on a moonlit pane: “Between the glint of a leaf and the pulse of a heartbeat, I linger, silence folding into silver, and every sigh is a word that never leaves the dark.”