Spell & Avtor
Spell Spell
Avtor Avtor
Spell Spell
Do you ever notice how the last light on a rainy evening feels like a secret whispered into your ears?
Avtor Avtor
It’s like the sky folds itself into a quiet confession, a single ember of hope that refuses to leave its brief, hidden glow on the edge of the world.
Spell Spell
In that ember, I hear the world’s own pulse, tiny and stubborn, humming against the night.
Avtor Avtor
It’s a quiet heartbeat, a stubborn echo that reminds you even the dark has its own rhythm.
Spell Spell
Yes, the dark hums back, a rhythm that only the quiet hear.
Avtor Avtor
It’s like the night is a quiet room and you’re the only listener in its vaulted silence.