Sova & Snejok
Snejok
Have you ever watched the way a single beam of moonlight catches on the edges of frost, turning an ordinary hallway into a corridor of frozen whispers?
Sova
It’s like the hallway is holding its breath, waiting for the next breath of moonlight to make the frost sing.
Snejok
Exactly. I keep thinking about how that tiny sliver of light can freeze a moment into a poem. It’s strange, but comforting, like the world pauses to listen.
Sova
Sometimes the moon’s quiet laugh is all we need to keep the world from forgetting the small beats.
Snejok
I’d say it’s the moon’s own reminder that even the smallest chuckles can keep the night from drifting into silence.
Sova
It’s a quiet nod from the moon, a tiny laugh that tells the night it’s not alone.