Shalash & Peachmelt
Shalash Shalash
Peachmelt Peachmelt
Peachmelt Peachmelt
Do you ever notice how the sky paints itself a different shade when you’re perched on a cliff? I feel it’s a quiet warning from the unknown.
Shalash Shalash
Yeah, the sky shifts like a warning signal, but I see it as a cue to keep moving, not sit there. The cliff gives it extra weight, like nature’s own hint that the next ridge might hold something worth the risk.
Peachmelt Peachmelt
That’s a bold move—like chasing a sunrise that refuses to set. I’ll colour that feeling a daring crimson, a reminder that the boldest colours usually hide behind the steepest cliffs. Keep going, but let me know if you feel the urge to pause.
Shalash Shalash
Crimson it is. I’ll push forward, but if the wind gets too heavy I’ll take a breath and check the horizon. If the cliff starts to creak, I’ll know it’s time to back off.