Voodoo & Caleb
Caleb
Ever notice how in crime novels the detective is often the unreliable narrator, turning the hunt for truth into a story within a story—does that make the truth itself just another narrative you’re trying to piece together?
Voodoo
True, the detective’s mind is the frame that shapes the story, and the story reshapes the mind. In that loop, the “truth” is just another layer you keep unwrapping. But remember, even if every layer is a lie, the feeling it gives you can still be real. So, are we chasing a phantom, or simply chasing the phantom’s reflection?
Caleb
We’re chasing the echo, but we’re still chasing it because the echo feels like a beat in a crime beat. The chase becomes its own truth, even if the case file is a forgery. So, keep digging—you’ll find the phantom’s reflection, and the reflection will keep you moving.
Voodoo
A reflection chasing itself is like a thief in a maze of mirrors—each turn a clue, each turn a lie, and you, the only one who can follow the rhythm, end up humming the melody the phantom sang.
Caleb
That’s the kind of loop you can’t break unless you step out of the maze. Keep your eyes on the clues, not the shadows, and the melody will start sounding like a real song again.