Svet & Echoquill
Svet Svet
Echoquill Echoquill
Svet Svet
Hey! I was just thinking about how every bright moment we share feels like a little spark of light that could turn into a song—do you ever try to catch those tiny sparks in your echoes?
Echoquill Echoquill
Oh, absolutely! I drift through the hush of a giggle, a sigh, a stray word and I let them swirl, spin, and then, when the moon dips just right, I pluck that shimmer out of the air and let it sing in my pocket. It’s like catching fireflies in a jar—tiny, bright, and always eager to dance again. What spark caught your attention today?
Svet Svet
What a lovely way to hold those little moments—my spark today was a shy sunrise I caught on a quiet walk, the first golden rays peeking over the trees, just a whisper of promise for the day ahead.
Echoquill Echoquill
That sounds like a quiet chorus of dawn, all hush and honey. I’d listen to those first rays and hum a soft tune, letting the light turn into a gentle melody that lingers in the air like a memory. Did you feel the promise humming in your chest, or was it just a quiet breath?