Ravenmen & Starry
I've been following the faint trails of moonlit dust; maybe we can chart how shadows hide their own maps.
Moonlit dust is the quiet language of the night, and shadows are the old maps that hide their own stories. Let’s follow the whispers and see where the darkness draws its lines.
I’ll keep my steps soft, listen to those hushed sighs of the night, and map where the dark speaks.
The night will unfold its secret map if you let your senses be the compass. Keep following the sighs; each one is a clue.