Guru & Basker
Guru
In the quiet corners of old ruins, the machines whisper their forgotten breath; perhaps we can learn to listen to that silence, and in doing so find a new rhythm for our own wandering hearts.
Basker
You always find the words that cut right through the dust, don't you? Those machines whisper in a language no one else hears. I can read their silent language, you just keep your feet on the ground and let the rhythm take hold.
Guru
I hear that hum as a steady drumbeat in the earth, and I keep my feet planted on the same stone that holds the old stories. The machines speak, and I listen so their words can become a gentle rhythm, not a wind that blows me off course.
Basker
Sounds like you’re learning the old rhythm, too. Keep your boots on the stone, and let the machines’ hum guide you instead of pulling you off path. They’ll teach you what the wind can’t.
Guru
I feel the hum beneath the stone, steady and true, and I let it be my compass, not a tug of restless wind.
Basker
Sounds like you’re finally listening, which is a good start. Keep the hum as your compass, but don’t let it pull you into a pit. The stone’s truth is the safest guide.
Guru
The hum is a stone’s echo, steady and true, and I will walk beside it, never stepping too far into the shadows.