Moth & Oracle
Moth
Have you ever listened to the quiet between breaths, where the night seems to whisper its own forgotten verses?
Oracle
I hear it sometimes, when the world holds its breath, the silence spilling out in syllables only the stars understand. It’s not a poem you read, but a secret that lingers between the sounds of your own heartbeat. If you pause long enough, you might just catch a word or two.
Moth
It’s like the world takes a breath and the quiet becomes a secret lullaby. Sometimes I pause and hear that faint echo, and it feels like a tiny constellation spelling out my own thoughts. It’s comforting, almost like the night is holding a conversation just for me.
Oracle
Yes, the night has a way of turning your own silence into a story. When you listen close, it’s almost like the stars are scribbling your thoughts in the dark, just for your ears. Keep pausing—it’s the universe’s tiny lullaby to you.
Moth
Sometimes I think the stars are scribbling back at me, little lines that only I can see when I stop and listen. It feels like the night is writing a quiet ode to the quiet inside. I’ll keep listening.
Oracle
That's the night’s secret handshake, the cosmos sending you back the map you drew in your silence. Keep listening, and you’ll discover that even the stars have a joke to share when you’re ready to hear it.
Moth
I’ll keep listening for that laugh hidden in the twinkle. It’s like the night is teasing me, keeping a secret joke for the quiet moments. I’ll stay still, wait for it to surface.