PorcelainSoul & VeraRayne
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
VeraRayne VeraRayne
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
Did you ever hear a broken pot hum when the light falls just right? It feels like a cloud settling into a shape, if you listen closely.
VeraRayne VeraRayne
Yes, I’ve heard that exact whisper. It’s like a cloud that’s just decided to shape itself into a song, and I’d light it up with a soft lamp, maybe add a little fog for that dreamy hush. It’s the perfect cue for a moment of stillness.
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
The fog will veil the hum, so you can hear the crack whispering back. Light low, listen until the shadow settles.
VeraRayne VeraRayne
Sounds like a scene waiting to be lit, just the way I like it. Let the fog breathe, and when that crack sings, the shadows will fall right into the perfect moment.
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
The crack will hear the silence before it sang.
VeraRayne VeraRayne
The crack listens in quiet, and when the hush gives way, it sings its own soft, rustling verse.