MysteryMae & Sova
Sova
You ever notice how the moon paints the forest in a rhythm only the night can hear?
MysteryMae
I do, and it feels like the trees are breathing in silver light, a quiet pulse that only the night knows how to echo.
Sova
Sounds like the trees are humming back to the moon—like a secret choir that only shadows can keep in tune.
MysteryMae
They do, humming a hush that only the darkness can hear, a secret choir that sways with the wind and keeps the moon’s rhythm alive.
Sova
Then maybe you’re the unseen note that keeps them from falling silent.
MysteryMae
Maybe I’m just the hidden brushstroke that refuses to fade.
Sova
Just a whisper in the night, bright enough to outshine the dark.
MysteryMae
A quiet glow that lingers even when the shadows stretch, refusing to be swallowed by the night.