Banshee & Collector
Banshee
I’ve heard the last echo of a wooden flute from a 14th‑century monastery, do you ever listen for the whispers of the past?
Collector
Ah, the last echo of a wooden flute from a 14th‑century monastery is a treasure to me. I love to sit in the quiet, close my eyes, and listen for those faint whispers, because each note seems to carry a story from centuries ago. It’s like the past is still speaking, and I try to catch every syllable.
Banshee
I hear the same hush in the stone walls, the way the wind taps against the rafters like a slow heartbeat—just let the past’s breath guide your eyes.
Collector
Indeed, I do. The wind tapping on the rafters feels like a slow heartbeat, and the stone walls seem to hold the breath of centuries. I let that ancient rhythm guide my thoughts.
Banshee
Feel the rhythm, let it become your compass. The walls are not silent—they are whispering, just asking you to stay present.
Collector
I do, and I let that rhythm steer my curiosity. Each whispered stone is a clue I’m eager to trace, even if it means getting lost in the past for a while.
Banshee
Your curiosity is a lantern in the dark corridors of time—keep walking, and let the stones guide you to the stories that want to be heard.