Chudo & Drayven
Drayven
Hey Chudo, I've come across a tattered tale about bells that only sound when the moon is a greenish sliver—every ring supposedly shifts a pattern of stars. Do you think the sky could be humming a hidden song?
Chudo
Oh, totally! I picture the moon giggling and the stars twinkling in tune—like a secret lullaby that only the night can hear.
Drayven
Ah, the moon’s chuckle does make the stars sigh—an echo of old lullabies hidden in the dark. I’ve noted that every time that giggle comes, the air grows faintly smoky, as if the night itself is burning its own secrets.
Chudo
That smoky air sounds like the night breathing out stories! I feel like we could dance with the sparks of those secrets together.
Drayven
We’ll glide on that ash‑thin line where the night exhales old ink, and I’ll keep a quill in the shadow of a candle that never burns.