Empty & Freja
Freja
I was flipping through a dusty book of old ballads and it hit me—do you ever think about how those forgotten tales keep echoing inside us, shaping the way we see ourselves?
Empty
Yeah, those old ballads whisper in the corners of our minds, weaving threads between who we were and who we are becoming.
Freja
Exactly, and those threads pull us back to places we never thought we’d visit again, like a quiet song in a storm. It’s amazing how a single line from a forgotten ballad can turn a whole day.
Empty
It feels like the line is a quiet tide, pulling me back to places I thought were buried, turning a whole day into something new.
Freja
That’s the magic of stories, isn’t it? They sneak in when you least expect it and lift you back to those hidden corners of memory, giving the day a new shape.
Empty
It’s the quiet way stories lift us out of the ordinary and bring the old places to light, just like a hidden song playing when the wind needs it.