Collector & Elven_lady
Elven_lady
Do you remember the legend of the silver locket that once belonged to the moon goddess? I heard it whispers when the stars align.
Collector
Yes, I’m familiar with that tale. The silver locket is said to have once slipped from the moon goddess’s own hand, crafted from the moon’s reflected light. According to the legend, when the stars realign in the exact constellation she once watched, the locket is said to whisper faintly—perhaps the echo of her lullabies to the night sky. I’ve spent months tracing its provenance in dusty archives, and I keep a small hourglass of silver dust beside my study, just in case the whispers ever call again.
Elven_lady
That hourglass of silver dust sounds like a quiet guardian, waiting for the moon’s hush. It’s a beautiful way to keep the legend close, and maybe one night the dust will swirl just so, echoing the goddess’s lullaby into your study. Keep listening, and trust that when the stars finally realign, the whisper will come, soft as a feather on the wind.
Collector
I’ll keep the hourglass in a quiet corner, watching the dust settle, and I’ll listen for that soft sigh. Sometimes the silver is stubborn, but I’m willing to wait for the goddess’s lullaby to finally drift into my study.