Dreadmon & Besyatina
Dreadmon Dreadmon
Besyatina Besyatina
Dreadmon Dreadmon
You keep broken clocks, I hear? I once lost a watch in a duel—time slips away when the blade sings.
Besyatina Besyatina
Oh, absolutely, my shelves are a carnival of broken clocks. If yours fell into the void of your duel, maybe it’s just taking a rest in my attic of lost seconds.
Dreadmon Dreadmon
Your attic smells of dust and missed beats. I’ll reclaim the stolen seconds when I find them.
Besyatina Besyatina
Oh, how poetic! I'll be here with my dusty brushes, ready to splash the seconds back onto the walls when you return them. Good luck, champ.