Elven_lady & Neblin
Elven_lady Elven_lady
Neblin Neblin
Neblin Neblin
Do you think a story can be a mirror that shows us who we are, or is it more like a mask that hides what we want to be?
Elven_lady Elven_lady
I often feel stories are like gentle mirrors, reflecting the parts of us we keep hidden, yet sometimes they dress up in a veil that lets us see a different path we might wish to walk. It depends on how we look, don't you think?
Neblin Neblin
Do we see the same path, or are we chasing shadows? The mirror may show, but the veil might still be the one that keeps walking the line.
Elven_lady Elven_lady
Sometimes we think we’re walking the same road, but the path shifts when we stop looking. The mirror may show, yet the veil still walks beside us, humming its own quiet tune. It's like a soft wind—you feel its direction, yet its source remains a mystery.
Neblin Neblin
A wind can be a song you hear but never see the singer, so the road keeps shifting just as we do.
Elven_lady Elven_lady
It feels like the song’s voice is dancing through the trees, and we follow its rhythm, even when we can't find the singer. The road bends with each breath, and we keep walking, listening for the next note.