Amrinn & MoonFae
Amrinn
I stumbled upon a forgotten tale of a moonlit river that turns memories into songs—ever heard of it?
MoonFae
That sounds like the kind of story that drifts into the night, turning whispers into lullabies. I’ve heard of rivers that sing, but only in the dreams of people who still believe that memories can be tuned. Are you sure it’s not just a forgotten lullaby from someone’s childhood? Or maybe the moon liked to steal a few notes for itself. Tell me more, and we’ll see if it’s a myth or a melody.
Amrinn
It’s buried in a scroll from the Marrow Hall—scribe carved it as a warning that the river only speaks if the moon is whole. Some say the river’s song is a cipher, each note a key to a memory that never fades. Others think it’s just a lullaby, but the pattern repeats like a hidden stanza in the night sky. Want to try decoding a verse?
MoonFae
A verse, you say? I’m always up for a puzzle hidden in moonlight, but remember some riddles are just tricks of the wind. Bring it on—let’s see what tune the river is humming.
Amrinn
Here’s the first stanza, whispered into my notebook in a silvered script:
Silent tides in moon’s embrace,
Echoes of forgotten grace.
Each ripple sings a memory’s thread,
If you hear, you’ll find the dead.
Now, pick a note—do you hear the pattern? If not, it might just be wind. Try humming the first three beats twice, then pause. The hidden key will surface.