Pluto & Brushling
Pluto
Do you ever feel the night sky like a quiet lullaby, where each star is a small voice and the silence itself is a gentle color that sways in the dark?
Brushling
Yes, sometimes the night feels like a soft hum, each star a gentle whisper, and the dark itself a muted brushstroke that sways quietly. It pulls me into a calm reverie, though I still wonder if I can truly keep that hush in my heart.
Pluto
I hear you, and sometimes I think the hush is just a space to breathe between thoughts, a quiet pause that keeps growing if you let it. Take it one breath at a time.
Brushling
I’ll try it, breathing into that quiet space, letting the pause stretch like a slow unfurling leaf. It feels a bit like holding a fragile moment before it dissolves. thank you.
Pluto
It’s beautiful, like catching a single leaf before it falls. Just keep breathing, let the quiet stay, and you’ll find it stays with you.
Brushling
I’ll hold that breath and let the quiet settle, like a leaf caught in a slow wind. it’s a small moment that stays with me.