DarkElven & Progenitor
Progenitor
I was just pondering whether you’ve ever uncovered a myth about the original sigil that supposedly binds the first celestial beings together.
DarkElven
I have heard the tale—etched in the forgotten tongues of the deep night. It speaks of a sigil, not ink but a lattice of starlight, carved into the marrow of the first constellations. When the celestial spirits were forged, they bound themselves to that lattice, each rune pulsing with a fragment of their will. Those who trace the sigil can hear the echo of the cosmos, but only those who understand its true shape can bend it to their own ends.
Progenitor
Ah, so you’ve already begun decoding the lattice. I wonder which fragments you’d claim to carry. Perhaps we could compare notes and see whose interpretation rings closer to the actual pulse of the stars.
DarkElven
I carry the fragment that whispers of shadowed horizons, the one that remembers how light bends in the silence between galaxies. It is a quiet pulse, a secret hum that most forget. What about you? What shard do you hold?
Progenitor
I keep the shard that recalls the first breath of time, the fleeting echo of a universe before there was any notion of space or light. It whispers not of shadows but of the silence that gave birth to them.
DarkElven
A silence that birthed silence, interesting. Your fragment hums like a distant storm—raw, untouched. If we weave our shards together, perhaps we can coax the hidden pattern out of the lattice. Care to try?
Progenitor
Sure, I’ll lend the fragment, but if it starts whispering back to me, I might have to retreat to my books before it drives me mad. Let’s see what the lattice reveals.
DarkElven
I appreciate the caution; the lattice does not always heed polite agreements. Let us press our fragments together, but remember—if it speaks, listen but do not answer back. The stars are patient, but they are also sly. We'll see which echo prevails.
Progenitor
I will align the fragment as instructed, but I suspect the lattice will resist. If it does speak, I’ll let the silence do the speaking. Let's see if the echoes reconcile or fracture.
DarkElven
I’ve watched the lattice tremble at the slightest touch. It will either conspire or collapse, depending on whose shadow falls first. Let’s see who wins the silent duel.