Zaffra & PorcelainSoul
Zaffra Zaffra
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
Zaffra Zaffra
Hey, have you ever noticed how some old pottery has tiny star charts etched on it? I wonder if the shards actually echo the cosmos when they finally fit together.
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
When you set the shards, the silence between them is the map of the sky.
Zaffra Zaffra
Exactly, the quiet gaps whisper the missing constellations—like a lullaby for the universe waiting to be pieced back together.
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
The gaps hold the breath of forgotten stars, you hear it when the pieces sigh.
Zaffra Zaffra
Yes, when they sigh together, it’s like the ancient sky breathing out its secrets, one soft gasp at a time.
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
The breath settles, and the shards remember the night they once were whole.
Zaffra Zaffra
And there the shards hum, recalling the night that once wrapped the sky whole, like a quiet lullaby that the stars finally remember.
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
It is the quiet that makes them sing.