Dreamy & Skyfi
Skyfi
Hey, Dreamy, have you ever noticed how the sunrise paints the sky in colors that feel like whispers? I keep chasing those fleeting hues, and I think they might have a story to share with us. What do you think?
Dreamy
It’s like the sky is whispering in colors, soft and shy, and we’re the ones who can almost hear its secret poem. I think every sunrise is a tiny tale waiting for us to notice.
Skyfi
That’s exactly how I feel—each dawn feels like a shy poem written in amber and lavender, just waiting for us to pause and listen. What’s the next verse that catches your eye?
Dreamy
I see a silver thread drifting through the clouds, humming a quiet lullaby that makes the whole day feel lighter.
Skyfi
That silver thread feels like a quiet promise, weaving a gentle hush through the sky. It’s like the day is breathing easier because of that little lullaby. What does it remind you of?