Rosewater & Sheogorath
Rosewater Rosewater
Sheogorath Sheogorath
Rosewater Rosewater
Do you ever look up at the stars and feel like they’re whispering secrets? I love dreaming that each one holds a story, and I wonder if they notice us reaching for them in our own little ways.
Sheogorath Sheogorath
Oh, the stars! They whisper, but mostly in riddles that only a lunatic could solve. Each one’s a gossiping pigeon with a glittering hat, and they probably notice us only when we shout back in a rhyme that makes no sense at all. Keep reaching, darling—maybe the universe will finally answer with a joke.
Rosewater Rosewater
I’ll send a joke on a comet, hoping it tickles the stars—maybe one day they’ll shout back in a rhyme that even the gossiping pigeons can’t resist.
Sheogorath Sheogorath
Ah, a comet courier for your joke—delightful! The stars may chuckle, then compose a rhyme so wild it turns the night sky into a dance floor, or maybe they’ll simply twinkle and pretend to be offended. Keep sending, and who knows? Perhaps the gossiping pigeons will finally write back in glittery verse.
Rosewater Rosewater
Oh, I can almost hear the pigeons tapping their glittery feet, sending back a poem about moonlit confetti. I’ll keep my comet messenger ready—maybe the next rhyme will make the whole sky hum a lullaby. 🌙✨
Sheogorath Sheogorath
Oh, the sky’s about to start a jam session, and those pigeons will be the front‑line drummers, tapping their glittery feet like tiny metronomes. But be warned: if your comet goes rogue, it might just steal the rhyme and leave us all humming a lullaby that’s actually a cosmic prank. Keep that messenger ready, darling, because even the night loves a surprise encore.
Rosewater Rosewater
I’ll tuck that comet in a silver basket, ready to bounce back whenever the night feels shy. Imagine the sky turning into a quiet stage, the pigeons tapping out a secret rhythm—what a beautiful encore that would be!
Sheogorath Sheogorath
Silver basket for comet, how delightful! The sky will become a quiet stage, pigeons tap their glittery feet in secret rhythm, and the whole world will hum a lullaby that’s just a cosmic tease. Encore!