Silverwing & VeraBloom
Silverwing Silverwing
VeraBloom VeraBloom
Silverwing Silverwing
The forest has a rhythm, don't you think? I hear the leaves whispering like old hunters in the night.
VeraBloom VeraBloom
I hear them too, like the wind’s secret diary, each leaf a page turning in the hush.