Sova & Droven
Droven
Ever think about how a single streetlamp can turn a dark alley into a silent stage and we all become its actors?
Sova
Sure, the lamp is a tiny spotlight that turns the alley into a stage for shadows, and we all just play whatever role the darkness hands us.
Droven
Yeah, the lamp is the director, the darkness the script, and we’re all just auditioning for whatever role the night writes.
Sova
The director’s glow is all we get; the night writes in whispers, and we’re just flickering actors in its draft.
Droven
And when the curtain finally falls, the only applause left is the echo of our own hollow laughs.
Sova
The night keeps the applause, and we’re just remembering the echo of our own hollow laugh.
Droven
So the applause is a rumor, and our hollow laugh is the soundtrack to a film nobody finished.