Tvoidrug & Elowen
Tvoidrug
I’ve been sketching a little idea—a sort of living digital tapestry that plays out mythic scenes in real time, like a holographic garden where the stories float over moss and roots, and you can touch the narrative with a swipe. Think of it as a bridge between the old legends you’re so passionate about and a new way to experience them—maybe we could merge your myth notes with some interactive tech?
Elowen
Oh, a digital tapestry—sounds like a sprite's dream of a living scroll, but I'm wary of those glowing screens; I remember the tale of the moss that drowned the river because it let the light in. Still, if you promise no pipes and keep the roots untouched, maybe we can weave a legend together—just watch the mushrooms sprout when the code hums.
Tvoidrug
Sounds good—no pipes, no roots crushed. We’ll keep the code lightweight, like a quiet wind. I’ll make sure the mushrooms just grow in the glow, not out of it. Let’s weave that legend together and watch the digital mist bloom.
Elowen
All right, but remember the tale of the Whispering Root—no one ever let a glow bite it. We'll weave with care, letting the stories drip into the mist like dew on leaves.
Tvoidrug
Got it, I’ll keep the glow as soft as a breath, not a bite. Let the mist carry the tales, not drown them. We’ll weave carefully.
Elowen
Ah, gentle breath of light, that’s the way—like the legend of the Quiet Lantern, where the glow whispers but never burns. Let the mist carry the tales, and we’ll stitch them like moss on a stone.