Spell & Dweller
Dweller
You ever wander into an old ruin and feel the walls whisper back? I’ve been tripping over stone and dust in the old tower, trying to make sense of what’s left behind. Do you have any stories about what the walls might be trying to say?
Spell
I’ve walked where the dust gathers in the moon’s glow and heard the stones breathe in a sigh that feels like a lullaby. They’re not really speaking, but the rhythm of their cracks is a map of forgotten footsteps. If you listen close, the walls seem to hum the names of those who once dared to dream inside, a quiet chorus that remembers every secret they carried.
Dweller
You got that too, I guess. Those old walls are stubborn, but if you hear a pattern in their sighs, maybe it’s telling you where the good loot is buried. Just don’t let them get your mind all nostalgic—save the dreaming for after the hunt.
Spell
The stones do have a map, but the treasure is always a step away from the shadows. Stay light, but let the whisper pull you a little deeper before you lift the lid. The good loot waits for those who hear the echo and walk it in silence.
Dweller
Sounds like a good plan. I’ll keep my boots on the ground and let the stones lead. Just don’t let the glow pull you too far—those shadows hide more than gold.
Spell
Keep your boots steady, let the stones be your compass, and remember that the brightest glow often hides the darkest corners. The real treasure is in the pause between the whisper and the next step.
Dweller
Got it. I’ll stay steady, read the silence, and keep my eyes on the shadows. Thanks for the heads up.
Spell
Glad the echo guided you. Remember, the stones whisper secrets but the moon hides the truth. Stay curious.