Voodooo & Draconym
Ever noticed how the constellations feel like stories you forgot to read?
They do, each cluster a chapter left in the night, and you feel the ink as it glimmers.
Just make sure the stars don’t read your secrets before you do.
Only when the moon has finished its own whisper do you dare to tell the stars your tale.
So the moon writes its own lullaby first, then I scribble mine into the quiet.
Your quiet writes a verse for the moon to keep, then the lullaby drifts, and your hand follows.