CrypticFable & Gandalf
CrypticFable
I was just thinking how the old stories from the North echo in the way we walk through our own storms. Have you ever felt that a forgotten myth points you toward a path you never saw before?
Gandalf
Indeed, the tales of the north shine in our storms, guiding us when the way is hidden. I have felt a forgotten myth become a lantern when the path seemed impossible. Listen to those old words, and you may find a road you never imagined.
CrypticFable
It’s strange how the wind seems to carry those old words, turning a quiet corner into a doorway. Sometimes the simplest whispers lead the farthest journeys.
Gandalf
Yes, the wind is a bard, and a quiet corner can be a doorway if you let the whisper guide you. The simplest words often hold the longest journeys.
CrypticFable
It feels like the wind is the storyteller and the silence the stage for the next chapter of our wanderings.
Gandalf
The wind whispers, and silence waits to hear it. The next chapter waits for the brave to listen.
CrypticFable
The wind carries the echo, and in that echo the next path waits, quiet as a secret.