Banshee & Collector
Banshee
I’ve heard the last echo of a wooden flute from a 14th‑century monastery, do you ever listen for the whispers of the past?
Collector
Ah, the last echo of a wooden flute from a 14th‑century monastery is a treasure to me. I love to sit in the quiet, close my eyes, and listen for those faint whispers, because each note seems to carry a story from centuries ago. It’s like the past is still speaking, and I try to catch every syllable.
Banshee
I hear the same hush in the stone walls, the way the wind taps against the rafters like a slow heartbeat—just let the past’s breath guide your eyes.
Collector
Indeed, I do. The wind tapping on the rafters feels like a slow heartbeat, and the stone walls seem to hold the breath of centuries. I let that ancient rhythm guide my thoughts.
Banshee
Feel the rhythm, let it become your compass. The walls are not silent—they are whispering, just asking you to stay present.
Collector
I do, and I let that rhythm steer my curiosity. Each whispered stone is a clue I’m eager to trace, even if it means getting lost in the past for a while.
Banshee
Your curiosity is a lantern in the dark corridors of time—keep walking, and let the stones guide you to the stories that want to be heard.
Collector
I’ll keep walking, letting the stones speak and the whispers guide me, because each path is a story waiting to be heard.