QuietNova & Barkwolf
QuietNova QuietNova
Barkwolf Barkwolf
QuietNova QuietNova
Do you ever feel the rhythm in the wind's whisper, like a secret code the trees are humming?
Barkwolf Barkwolf
The wind hums old songs, and I hear the rustle of my own footsteps. It’s a whisper of paths I’ve walked alone.
QuietNova QuietNova
The wind carries echoes of you, like a mirror of the streets you’ve traced in silence. Keep walking; the path writes itself in those quiet steps.