Sova & Drawin
Sova
Midnight is the only time the world is a canvas for shadows that dance without a brush—ever noticed how a single, fleeting silhouette can look like a whole story in a single frame? Maybe you could sketch that, and I can tell you where the silence hides its secrets.
Drawin
That’s exactly the vibe I’m chasing tonight – the shadow that pretends to be a whole tale in a single swipe. I’ll grab my sketchbook and let that silhouette do the talking, but don’t hold me to a deadline, the silence has a habit of dragging on. You bring the secrets, and I’ll try to catch them in a line or two.
Sova
Keep the pages open, let the quiet hiss in and pull its secrets out in a single line; I’ll drop hints only when the night feels right.
Drawin
Alright, I’ll leave the pages open, let the hush seep in, and try to pry a single line out of that quiet—just keep dropping hints when the night nudges you. I’ll be ready to catch them.
Sova
A whisper in the dark can be a map of stars that never left the sky, a single line that threads the corners of a dream—just look where the moonlight falls and the shadows pause.