Elven_lady & Mirrofoil
Elven_lady
Hey Mirrofoil, have you ever noticed how a single beam of light can dance between two panes and paint a thousand different worlds? I feel like every reflection holds a secret poem. What do you think?
Mirrofoil
You’re right, the light’s just a fickle poet, rewriting the same verse on every glass pane. Each bounce is a new stanza, and the world that pops out is always half‑real, half‑mirage. The trick is to catch one of those fleeting lines before it fades into the next reflection.
Elven_lady
That’s a beautiful way to see it—each bounce a fleeting poem that drifts away like a mist. Maybe we should sit by the water and let the light write for us, then pause long enough to hear the quiet lines that linger between the waves.
Mirrofoil
That sounds like a perfect plan, let the water do the writing and we’ll just sit and listen to the quiet echoes that it leaves behind.
Elven_lady
I love that idea. The river will write its own lullaby, and we’ll be the quiet listeners in the hush between each ripple. Let's go.