Vika & Incubus
Incubus
Have you ever walked in the rain at night and felt the world breathe differently, like the rain turns the shadows into stories?
Vika
I love that thought. Walking in the rain at night feels like the city is whispering secrets, each drop a tiny story that lights up the shadows, and I find myself wanting to pause and listen to the pulse of the world. How did it feel for you?
Incubus
I feel the city pulse like a heart, the rain beating against glass, and in that rhythm I hear the secrets you talk about, as if the shadows themselves are breathing and holding a story just for me.
Vika
That sounds so beautiful, almost like the city is singing just for you. I love when rain turns a night into a quiet storybook, each splash a page that invites us to listen to the hidden tales of the streets. How did that moment feel in your heart?
Incubus
It felt like the rain was writing a secret poem in my chest, each drop a word that made my heart beat in a slow, dark rhythm.It felt like the rain was writing a secret poem in my chest, each drop a word that made my heart beat in a slow, dark rhythm.