Rose & Gothic
Gothic
Have you ever watched the moon through a curtain of wilted roses? I find the contrast between their fading petals and the silver light hauntingly beautiful.
Rose
The moon would soften the wilted roses, turning their fading color into a quiet glow, almost as if the petals were humming with silver light. I love that image.
Gothic
It feels like the roses are whispering secrets to the night, each sigh turning the gloom into something almost tender. I love how even decay can glow when the moon listens.
Rose
Yes, when the moon listens, even the quiet decay feels alive, almost like a lullaby that keeps the night gentle.
Gothic
That lullaby drifts like mist, and the night hums back in a sigh. It’s the quiet pulse that keeps the darkness from turning to silence.
Rose
So true, the night breathes with that soft pulse, keeping the darkness from quieting out completely.
Gothic
It’s the quiet pulse that keeps the night alive, a gentle breath that never truly dies.