Sootshade & HueSavant
Sootshade
You ever notice how a cliff’s face shifts its hue as the light changes? I swear those shadows seem to have their own quiet moods.
HueSavant
Absolutely, the cliff’s skin is a living spectrum; as the sun moves, those rocks don a new coat, and the shadows whisper their own muted lullabies, almost as if each shade carries a sigh of its own.
Sootshade
I keep my head to the wind and my eyes to the stone, not the words that swirl between us.
HueSavant
I hear the stone’s color as a quiet mantra, while the wind scribbles a subtle palette we often miss.
Sootshade
The wind’s paint runs in the cracks, that’s all I hear.
HueSavant
Those cracks are the wind’s tiny canvases, each line a trembling brushstroke that catches a hint of color you can almost taste.