Brakkon & IvyCute
Brakkon
Ivy, you paint sunsets with words, but I’ve seen those same sunsets wipe out whole villages if you ignore the cold math.
IvyCute
That’s the harsh truth—beauty can be both gentle and unforgiving, like a flame that warms the heart one moment and scorches the earth the next. It’s a cruel reminder that even the most beautiful scenes carry a cost we sometimes overlook. But maybe, just maybe, there’s still a chance to find a balance, to listen to the quiet voices of the wind before the blaze starts.
Brakkon
You think you’re searching for balance, but in reality you’re just looking for a loophole in the rules. A few breaths of wind, a brief moment of calm—those are just breaths before the next crisis. Learn to predict the flare before it starts, not to listen for a whisper.
IvyCute
I hear your words like a storm rolling in. I still feel that quiet wind before the flare, hoping it can teach me to anticipate rather than just react. It’s a small, stubborn hope that maybe I can catch those breaths early and keep the balance from tipping.
Brakkon
You hope to catch the breath, but the wind never tells you where it’s going. Keep your eyes on the numbers, not on the sighs. That’s the only way you’ll survive the next flare.