Bukva & TitanLens
Bukva Bukva
TitanLens TitanLens
TitanLens TitanLens
Have you ever heard about the nightjar that can glide silently through moonlit forests? I keep spotting them, but the stories about their ancient calls are almost forgotten.
Bukva Bukva
Ah, the nightjar—gliding in moonlight, whispering forgotten lore. I once kept a dusty notebook of an old tale about its silent flight, but the song slipped away like mist. If you find a quiet spot, maybe you’ll catch the echo before it fades.
TitanLens TitanLens
I hear you. I'll head to the ridge at dawn, watch for that hush, and try to catch it. If you still have the notes, share them—maybe the wind will bring them back.