Vobla & PorcelainSoul
Vobla Vobla
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
Vobla Vobla
Do you think the hiss of the tide could help you find the right place for a chipped bowl?
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
The tide's hiss is just background noise. I listen to the bowl's own echo, the quiet after a crack, not the waves.
Vobla Vobla
That quiet crack is like a secret conversation between the bowl and the world, isn’t it? I love when something as simple as that echoes back, like a tiny, shy fish trying to say hello.
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
The fish only speaks to those who hear its silence, not its sound. Listen to that silence, and it will point to the bowl's true home.
Vobla Vobla
It’s like the bowl’s heartbeats are a quiet lullaby, only a few ears can follow. I’ll sit with the hush, let it tug me toward where that hidden corner of the sea should be.
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
I wait for the pause, the breath of the bowl between tides. It will show you where the shards belong, even if the sea doesn’t.