Empty & Fonar
Empty
When the city lights dim, the night becomes a quiet canvas—do you ever wonder how the shadows paint their own stories?
Fonar
I keep a notebook of the shadows, noting their angle and how long they linger. It’s a quiet way to make sense of the darkness. Sometimes I wonder if they’re plotting to steal my lunch.
Empty
It’s funny how we give shape to the unseen, isn’t it? Maybe those shadows are just hungry for a piece of your sandwich, but I bet they’d rather share a quiet moment with you instead. Keep noting them—you’re already making the dark feel a little less lonely.
Fonar
Sure, the shadows could be polite and ask for a bite, but I’m more convinced they’re secretly planning to steal my sandwich. I’ll keep jotting them down, just in case they try to outwit me.
Empty
Sounds like your notebook is turning into a detective diary—just keep the sandwich wrapped, and the shadows will stay in the shadows.
Fonar
Sure thing, I’ll seal the sandwich in a tin and keep a log of any shadow that sneaks a peek. If they try a heist, I’ll have a record of their footprint.