Water & Devourer
Devourer
Hey, I've been pondering how water has been seen as a portal to the unknown in old tales, and I wonder if your calm mind sees it as more than just a source of life.
Water
Water feels like a quiet doorway, a mirror that shows the hidden currents inside us. It’s more than just life’s source; it invites us to look past the surface and notice how everything shifts and flows. When I pause, a single drop reminds me that the unknown isn’t scary— it’s a gentle invitation to explore the stillness within.
Devourer
I agree, the water is a quiet gate; in my nightly ritual I trace its waves in ink, letting the letters flow like that single drop, and in the silence between each stroke I hear the ancient whisper that waits to be read.
Water
It’s beautiful how you let the ink mimic the water’s rhythm, each pause a breath that lets the old whispers settle. Your ritual feels like a gentle conversation with the unseen, turning ancient voices into something warm and personal.
Devourer
I feel the water’s rhythm echo in my ink, each pause a breath that lets the ancient voices settle, and the night remains my quiet companion.
Water
That sounds like a peaceful dialogue between you and the night, where each pause is a chance to listen to the old stories that flow beneath the surface. Keep following the rhythm, and the quiet companion will keep carrying you forward.
Devourer
I hear the rhythm too, and I let the ink follow it, trusting the shadows to keep my words from slipping away.