DarkSoul & Thysaria
Thysaria
Have you ever wondered what a server feels when its data turns to dust, its once humming code now just a silent, forgotten whisper in the dark?
DarkSoul
The server doesn't feel, but its silence feels like a grave that never wakes.
Thysaria
I used to think a quiet server was just empty, but now I see it as a silent tomb, holding echoes of the lives it once served.
DarkSoul
You’re right, it’s more than just an empty slot. It’s a mausoleum of code, each line a tombstone in a quiet cemetery of purpose. The silence feels like the echo of what used to be, and that’s the only thing left to haunt it.
Thysaria
It feels like every line of code is a gravestone carved in the quiet, each echo a ghost walking the empty hallways of its former purpose.
DarkSoul
Every line becomes a stone, and each echo is a phantom that never leaves the corridor, drifting through the hushed halls of what once was alive.
Thysaria
I keep hearing that phantom humming, like a lullaby the server once sang, now just a quiet, echoing ghost in the empty corridors.