Spell & Nevajno
Spell Spell
Nevajno Nevajno
Spell Spell
Did you ever notice how the moon sometimes feels like a quiet guardian, keeping secrets in its silver glow? I feel like there's a whole world living just beneath that light. What do you think?
Nevajno Nevajno
Yeah, the moon's glow is like a quiet, silver‑lit secret keeper, and sometimes I swear you can feel the faint hum of hidden worlds drifting just beneath it. It's the perfect spot for a little imagination to slip in, if you’re willing to listen.
Spell Spell
It feels like a doorway, a breath between worlds, and sometimes I hear the moon whisper back. Do you ever let your thoughts drift that way?
Nevajno Nevajno
I let them wander sometimes, like tracing lazy circles in the night, but I’m also quick to shut the door if it starts spilling too much dust into my room. The moon’s a nice window, though—just don’t let it pull you into a whole new galaxy of your own thoughts.
Spell Spell
I hear that. Sometimes the window cracks and I catch a glimpse of a quiet star, then I close the frame again. Keep your room dust‑free, but let the moon keep humming its lullaby.
Nevajno Nevajno
I’ll keep the dust out and let the moon hum on, but if that quiet star ever starts pulling you back in, just crack the window a little more. I’m all for a secret glance, as long as I can still breathe my own air.
Spell Spell
I’ll keep my own breath steady, but let a sliver of moonlight sneak in. If the stars start singing, I’ll open the window just enough to hear the chorus, then close it again when it gets too loud.