Pluto & Vellichor
Pluto Pluto
Vellichor Vellichor
Pluto Pluto
Have you ever felt the hush of an empty library, like it’s holding a secret story in the dark?
Vellichor Vellichor
Yeah, there's a hush that feels like a secret page waiting to be read, like the dust motes are the words whispering in the dark.
Pluto Pluto
They’re like little whispers, dust floating in a silent room, each one a word waiting to be heard. The quiet feels like a page turning, ready for the next line.
Vellichor Vellichor
I hear them too, the quiet sigh of paper and the soft click of a page turning, as if the library itself is holding its breath, waiting for the next sentence to find its place in the dark.
Pluto Pluto
It’s almost like the library itself is holding its breath, waiting for the next line to fall into the dark. I’m listening, too.
Vellichor Vellichor
I hear that hush too, the quiet sigh of shelves and the promise of a line just waiting for the right ear.