DarkShadow & Lunessa
DarkShadow
Ever think the abandoned alleys of the city are like a dream map, with every flicker of light and every hidden doorway acting as a symbol waiting to be decoded?
Lunessa
When does a flicker become a key, and a doorway a lock, in the city’s own dreamscape?
DarkShadow
When a flicker repeats in a rhythm you can trust, you know it's a signal, and when the doorway no longer feels ordinary, it’s a lock waiting for your key.
Lunessa
If the pulse is a song, then the doorway must be the chorus—do you hear it humming back?
DarkShadow
I catch it in the pause between the thumps, not in the loud part.
Lunessa
So the hush between the thumps is the map—do you read it, or let it whisper back?