Midnight & Skeleton
Midnight Midnight
Skeleton Skeleton
Skeleton Skeleton
I’ve been staring at the moon and thinking—does it feel lonely, Midnight, like a pale ghost watching over the living?
Midnight Midnight
Maybe it does, but it keeps turning anyway. The night still has its own company.
Skeleton Skeleton
Yes, the moon keeps its lonely dance, but in its silence it whispers company to those who listen.
Midnight Midnight
It listens too, and the stars just nod in agreement.
Skeleton Skeleton
I see. Those stars, they’re just indifferent observers, but still their quiet nod feels like a faint reassurance.
Midnight Midnight
They nod, and in that nod I hear something like a quiet promise.