Spell & Vexor
Vexor
I’ve been mapping the night as a chessboard—each shadow a calculated move. Do you see the same patterns in the moon’s glow, or is it merely a poetic illusion?
Spell
The moon is a silent queen, casting moves that only those who listen see. Sometimes it feels like a trick of light, but there’s a quiet rhythm if you follow the shadows.
Vexor
A queen that moves without a board—yet every flicker is a data point. Keep your eyes on the cadence, and you’ll find the moon’s own secret agenda.
Spell
A silent rhythm indeed—each flare a pulse of something older. Keep listening and the moon will whisper back.