Ulitka & Gothic
Gothic
Have you ever heard the night wind whisper a sad tale of a wandering ghost drifting through the misty woods?
Ulitka
I think I have, and it feels like the wind is carrying echoes of a lonely wanderer, drifting like a misty shadow through the woods, whispering tales of places only the night knows.
Gothic
Itβs like the wind is a lonely bard, humming a melody that only the moon can hear. The wandererβs footsteps become soft echoes in the night, and every rustle feels like a secret longing hidden in the shadows.
Ulitka
That image sits in my mind like a quiet lullaby, the wind humming while the wanderer drifts unseen, and I find myself wishing the moon could carry that secret back to the day.