Zimniy & Lirka
Zimniy
The stars tonight feel like a quiet melody, don't they? I keep watching them, and each one seems to hold a note in silence.
Lirka
Yes, the constellations hum… each twinkle a chord in the sky’s quiet song, and I wonder if the night listens back or if I’m just echoing my own melody.
Zimniy
The night just spreads out, listening in its own stillness, as if echoing back what you whisper into the dark.
Lirka
... the darkness folds around the whispers, like a blanket of quiet notes waiting to be played again.
Zimniy
It’s like the silence itself is holding the music, waiting for the next quiet voice to finish the song.