Agnar & Coalcat
Agnar
Ever heard of the old canyon that hides a map under the stones? I swear the walls whisper when you’re alone. It’s like a maze waiting for someone who knows the trick to slip past it. What do you think, Coalcat?
Coalcat
heard a few murmurs, yes, whispers that’re not just wind. map? map is always a few steps ahead of the seeker. keep your eyes on the stones, not the canyon. trust the quiet, but leave the loud behind. it’s a maze, but the trick is in the pause before the next move.
Agnar
I’ve walked where the stones whisper while the wind keeps a low song. I’ll keep my feet still, listen to that quiet, and step only when the silence signals. If you’re chasing the map like a shadow, you’ll miss the path it’s trying to show.
Coalcat
slow steps, good. map hides where you’re least watching. keep that hush, and the stone will play its part. if the silence gets bored, you’re already in the wrong spot. keep quiet, keep moving.
Agnar
Got it. I’ll watch the stones, breathe with the silence, and let the trail reveal itself when it wants. If the quiet goes flat, I’ll shift the weight, keep the rhythm. No rush, no loud footsteps—just the pulse of the earth.
Coalcat
sounds like a plan, but remember, silence is just the beginning. the map will whisper back only if you’re ready to listen… or to walk out of the shadows when it wants. keep your eyes on the stones, ears on the wind, and the rest will fall into place.