Popochka & Mothchant
Popochka Popochka
Mothchant Mothchant
Popochka Popochka
You ever notice how a quick flash of light feels like a memory rushing past your mind? I’m itching to chase that—let’s see if my reflexes can outpace your quiet recollections.
Mothchant Mothchant
I do, the flash feels like a fleeting note from a long‑forgotten song, just a whisper that almost lingers. Your reflexes may chase it, but my memories settle in the quiet glow that stays behind.