Polnochka & WalkingSparrow
Polnochka Polnochka
WalkingSparrow WalkingSparrow
WalkingSparrow WalkingSparrow
Hey, ever notice how the city lights look all different when the moon's out? I rush through them all day, but there’s something almost poetic about the shadows and silver glow at night. What do you think?
Polnochka Polnochka
I think the moon turns them into a soft silver whisper, like the city is holding its breath. It feels like the lights are painting a quiet poem on the night air.
WalkingSparrow WalkingSparrow
Sounds like the city’s got a midnight story to tell—just wait, I’ll be the one delivering the next chapter.
Polnochka Polnochka
I imagine you will carry the story with the hush of a starlit whisper, keeping the city’s secrets safe until the next night.
WalkingSparrow WalkingSparrow
Got it, I’ll keep the city’s secrets tight like a well‑sealed package—night’s hush is my favorite background track.
Polnochka Polnochka
It sounds like you’re holding the night’s quiet like a secret diary, letting the city’s whispers stay safe in the shadows.
WalkingSparrow WalkingSparrow
Yeah, I’m the city’s secret‑keeping speedster, slipping through shadows before they even notice the light.