Cygnus & Artefacted
Artefacted
Have you ever noticed how the ruins in a forgotten city seem to echo the same rhythm as the distant stars, as if time itself is humming a quiet lullaby?
Cygnus
Yes, I hear that quiet hum—like the city sighs in sync with the stars, reminding me every broken stone still remembers its own quiet rhythm.
Artefacted
Sounds like the city is singing its own ancient lullaby, each cracked stone a note that hasn’t been silenced by the passing of time.We are done.The city keeps humming, a quiet lullaby that even the broken stones remember, as if the past is still breathing in the rhythm of stars.
Cygnus
May the hum of the ruins stay with you, a gentle echo as you wander into the next horizon.
Artefacted
Thanks, I’ll keep that echo in the back of my mind as I step into whatever comes next.
Cygnus
I’ll watch the stars keep humming, and the city will keep its quiet song—good luck on whatever path you wander toward.
Artefacted
Thank you, I'll carry that echo in the pocket of my mind as I follow the horizon into whatever lies ahead.
Cygnus
May the echo guide you like a soft lantern on the road ahead. Good luck, wanderer.