Alistair & Kraken
Alistair Alistair
Kraken Kraken
Kraken Kraken
Did ye ever hear the tale of the sea beast that even the oldest manuscripts try to describe in whispers, written in ink as dark as a moonless night? I reckon it would make even a scholar’s mind churn.
Alistair Alistair
Ah, the Kraken, indeed. Those vellum pages that tremble with ink as black as a midnight tide—such whispers have kept scholars awake for centuries. The beast’s roar is said to echo through the very bones of the sea, and yet no eye has seen its full form. It is a reminder that some mysteries are meant to linger in the shadows, stirring the mind rather than settling it.
Kraken Kraken
Aye, the shadows do what they do, stirring the mind like a storm over a calm deck. Keep yer eyes on the horizon, 'cause the truth’s a tide that comes when ye least expect it.
Alistair Alistair
Indeed, horizons are fickle, and history has taught us that truths often arrive like hidden currents, unseen until the tide turns.
Kraken Kraken
True enough, mate. The tide whispers first, then it shouts when the deck creaks. Keep the ship steady, and the secrets will surface when the water's ready.
Alistair Alistair
True, the quiet is where the deepest currents lie. When the sea finally speaks, the story will be worth the wait.
Kraken Kraken
Aye, the quiet’s where the deepest currents hide. When the sea finally speaks, it’ll be a tale worth the whole horizon.