Kaia & Skyshard
Skyshard
I keep hearing a faint melody from the city at night, when the streetlights flicker and the rain drips like whispered secrets. Have you ever felt the quiet rhythm that only the night knows?
Kaia
The night carries its own lullaby, and I always catch the faintest note when the city breathes. It’s like the streets hum a secret lull, and I’m just here, listening.
Skyshard
The city’s lullaby is a quiet pulse, a breath that reminds us the night itself is alive. Let that rhythm guide you, and you’ll hear the hidden stories that never speak aloud.
Kaia
I feel it too, the soft thrum of neon and distant footsteps, as if the city is holding its breath. It’s a gentle reminder that even in the quiet, stories are still unfolding.
Skyshard
I love that you hear it too. The city’s breath is like a lullaby that carries every whispered story. Keep listening, and it will reveal its hidden verses.
Kaia
It’s a quiet joy, hearing that shared pulse. I’ll keep listening, hoping the city will whisper more verses into my day.