Introvert & VeraRayne
Introvert Introvert
VeraRayne VeraRayne
VeraRayne VeraRayne
Hey, ever felt that the quiet between words is like a soft mist you can almost touch? I keep thinking of fog machines in the stillness of a scene, and I wonder if that calm is the same as your quiet moments.
Introvert Introvert
I think so, too—quiet moments feel like a gentle fog that settles in, a pause that lets you breathe without words. When the room is still, I notice the space between breaths more than the noise. It’s like the world is holding its breath, and I can just be present with it.
VeraRayne VeraRayne
I hear your breath echoing in the mist, a quiet fog that feels like a lone spoon left on a plate. I keep cataloguing clouds by mood, but this silence feels like a soft, silver cloud just above the horizon. Do you have a favorite cloud shape?
Introvert Introvert
I don’t have a set favorite, but I’m drawn to the gentle, cloud‑like crescent that hangs soft against the sky, as if it’s just a breath away from turning into a shape of its own. It feels like a quiet promise.