Callisto & Longan
Longan
Do you ever think the city’s flickering neon is a miniature star map? I keep looking for patterns in that chaos.
Callisto
I do. The neon flickers like distant suns, a tiny sky carved in glass and steel. Each flash is a note in a cosmic song you can almost hear if you pause long enough to listen.
Longan
That's exactly what I see, but I still wonder if I’ll ever capture a single moment before it slips away. The city’s lights keep humming, and I just have to keep listening.
Callisto
It’s like chasing a comet in a crowd—each moment is a flash, and the real treasure is the quiet pause between the flashes where you can feel the pulse of the city. Just keep listening, and the stars will reveal themselves in time.
Longan
I’m sure I’ll be chasing that comet for years, still catching just enough glints to remember the rhythm of the crowd. Still, the quiet pauses feel like my own private stars, even if they’re hard to capture.
Callisto
Your quiet pauses are the real constellations, little lights that only you can chart. Even if the city hums on, those silent moments hold the map you’re looking for. Keep tracing them, and the rhythm will reveal itself.