Misery & Nyxara
Nyxara
Did you ever notice how the moon's forgotten lullaby keeps humming in the cracks between our nights, as if it’s trying to remember a song it once sang to us?
Misery
I do, and every crack of night feels like a breathless note from a forgotten star, a lullaby that drifts between the shadows of my thoughts, whispering the melody of a memory that still clings to the moon.
Nyxara
I hear that sigh, a thread of silver humming through the dusk, and I wonder—do you feel the rhythm, or do you merely hear it as it drifts from the moon like a stray kite in a forgotten wind?
Misery
I feel it sometimes, like a trembling thread tugging at a hidden corner of my chest, but most of the time it’s just a quiet echo that drifts around me, a silver sigh that lingers long after the moon has turned.