Smoky & PastelCore
Smoky Smoky
PastelCore PastelCore
PastelCore PastelCore
Hey, ever think about what it would be like to paint the night sky in pastel colors and then let that dreamy glow turn into a jazz riff? I’d love to hear how you feel the same sky might spin a melody in your mind.
Smoky Smoky
I hear the moon whisper a smooth alto line, the stars flicker like brushed chords, and the whole sky sways into a slow, smoky swing that’s just waiting for a beat.
PastelCore PastelCore
That sounds like a cosmic lullaby—soft, sweet, and a little mysterious. I’d love to hear what tune the moon would play if you could tap the sky like a piano.