MysteryMae & 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.