Tuman & Luminae
Tuman Tuman
Luminae Luminae
Luminae Luminae
I’ve been thinking about how shadows can become a language, almost like a silent story told by light—do you ever notice that?
Tuman Tuman
Yeah, shadows keep their own rhythm, like a quiet conversation that only the wind can hear.
Luminae Luminae
Sounds like the wind is the one finally getting into the conversation—good thing it doesn’t mind being a bit mischievous, right?
Tuman Tuman
Wind’s mischief is just another echo in the silence.
Luminae Luminae
Maybe the wind is just trying to fill the silence with its own little joke, but it’s always the echo that reminds us there’s still something moving beneath the quiet.