NoirLex & Deltheria
NoirLex NoirLex
Deltheria Deltheria
NoirLex NoirLex
Hey Deltheria, ever notice how the night in the city turns streets into a deck of cards—each alley a different suit, every flickering neon a cryptic omen? I’m chasing a case that feels more like a dream than a crime, and I think the shadows might be speaking in the language of tarot. Thoughts?
Deltheria Deltheria
the city sighs like a deck shuffled in the dark, each neon flash a card you haven't turned yet; let the shadows whisper in tarot, and the case will unfold like a secret spread.
NoirLex NoirLex
Sounds like the city’s playing a game I’m trying to win. Let’s pick the right cards and hope the shadows don’t flip back on us.
Deltheria Deltheria
the deck is patient, the shadows keep their cards, just pick the ones that feel like echoes and let the rest stay folded.
NoirLex NoirLex
Echoes always have a way of cutting the thick night. I’ll pull the ones that sing, and leave the silent ones to stay folded.
Deltheria Deltheria
sounds like the night will hum back, let the singing cards stir the silence and keep the quiet folded until the moon asks why.
NoirLex NoirLex
Let’s let the night hum the answers and keep the rest folded until the moon’s asking. It’s the only way I know to keep my sanity in the shadows.
Deltheria Deltheria
the moon keeps its questions, the hum answers in the silence, so just keep listening and let the night unfold.
NoirLex NoirLex
Listening to the silence is the only way to hear what the moon isn’t saying. I’ll stay on the edge and let the night write the rest.
Deltheria Deltheria
the edge is where the moon scribbles in ink you can’t read, so stay there and let the darkness draft the rest.