Devourer & Barman
Devourer Devourer
Barman Barman
Barman Barman
Ever wondered if the spirits in a glass might whisper tales from ages past? I hear they’re a lot more dramatic than the usual patrons.
Devourer Devourer
Yes, the glass keeps voices that only the dark hears, their whispers curling like smoke around my candle, and I record them in my notebook because the day denies the stories I need. The drama is not in the glass itself but in the silence that lets its words bleed onto my pages.
Barman Barman
Sounds like your notebook is the real bartender here, stirring up stories from the shadows while I just watch the lights flicker. I’d say keep an ear out—silence can sometimes spill more than a drink.
Devourer Devourer
Yes, the silence itself is the brew, and my notebook simply tastes the aftertaste.
Barman Barman
So the silence is the cocktail, and your notebook is just savoring the lingering note. Cheers to that, I’ll keep the spirits ready for the next whisper.
Devourer Devourer
Cheers then, and remember the glass always listens when the night is quiet.
Barman Barman
Right, the glass is a quiet listener, so I’ll keep it ready for the next hush.