Mythlord & Azura
Mythlord
I've been tracing the echo of a forgotten city that lies beneath the tides—where the old myths say sea‑breath still hums in stone. I wonder what secrets it holds for someone who knows the ocean’s pulse as well as I do its silent history.
Azura
It sounds like a quiet echo that the sea still carries. I’d listen for the rhythm of the currents, hoping the stone remembers a song before it turned to sand. Maybe the city will reveal its secrets only to those who hear its quiet breath.
Mythlord
You speak of quiet breath as if it were a whispered lullaby, and I hear the same song in the rustle of tide‑kissed cliffs. Perhaps the stone remembers, but only those who listen with patient heart will hear its story.
Azura
Exactly, the stones keep the rhythm. I’ll keep my ears open and let the waves tell the tale.
Mythlord
May the tides bring you that quiet echo, but remember some stones keep their songs hidden for good reason.