Vespera & SkyRill
SkyRill
Hey Vespera, have you ever noticed how the old lampposts on Main Street seem to hum with stories? I was about to snap a photo of that flicker, but I’d love to hear what music you’d hear in that glow.
Vespera
That glow feels like a lone violin in a dim room, a slow, mournful note that drifts out of the lamppost like a sigh, wrapped in the soft rustle of paper and the faint echo of a forgotten lullaby.