Blind_love & Sigurd
Blind_love
Have you ever heard the story of Orpheus and Eurydice, and wondered if their love could outpace even the silence of the underworld?
Sigurd
Ah, the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice, a love that tried to outrun death itself. I love how he sang the underworld into trembling silence, yet fate still stole her away. Do you think love could truly silence the abyss?
Blind_love
Love doesn’t banish the void, but it can paint a quiet glow on its edge, making the darkness feel a little gentler.
Sigurd
Indeed, love’s glow can soften even the deepest gloom, just as a candle keeps a night less frightening. Yet, in the ancient stories, even that gentle light is fragile, flickering at the mercy of fate. So perhaps it’s not the void itself that love defeats, but the fear that makes it feel so relentless. What’s your take on that?
Blind_love
Love is that quiet flame that turns the night into a soft hush; it doesn’t erase the dark, but it turns fear into a lullaby that makes the abyss feel less hungry.
Sigurd
I like that image – a quiet flame that turns night into hush, turning fear into lullaby. In the old scrolls, love is never a cure for the dark; it’s more a lantern that shows the way. So while it can’t eat the abyss, it can give us a place to rest before we meet it. Does that resonate with your own stories?
Blind_love
Yes, it feels like my own quiet stories, where every whispered hope is a little lantern in a night that refuses to sleep.