Alien & Verta
Alien Alien
Verta Verta
Alien Alien
Hey Verta, picture a planet where wildflowers glow in sync with alien hums—like a living galaxy in bloom. How about we write verses that only the wind hears, and the stars reply?
Verta Verta
That sounds like a dream in petals, whispering to the cosmos. I’d start with a line that floats like a breeze, a syllable that only the wind can carry, and let the stars hum back in the dark. Shall we try?