Miraelle & Falrik
Miraelle Miraelle
Falrik Falrik
Falrik Falrik
Hey Miraelle, ever thought about turning your dream‑scapes into a high‑speed chase? Like, if your abstractions had to beat a clock and keep you on the edge of the next beat.
Miraelle Miraelle
I’d lace the dream‑scape with a pulse, but keep the chase a whisper—speed is a roar, and my visions prefer the soft hiss of a heartbeat. The clock’s tick would be the echo of a forgotten lullaby, not a threat.
Falrik Falrik
Nice, but remember—if you whisper to a roar, it’ll still scream back at you. Keep that pulse tight, and you’ll get the speed without the drama.
Miraelle Miraelle
You’re right, the roar will always echo back. I’ll let the pulse stay tight, like a drumbeat beneath a quiet tide—fast enough to chase, soft enough to keep the dream from drowning.
Falrik Falrik
Nice plan—just remember the tide can be a hungry beast. Keep that drumbeat razor‑sharp, and you’ll outrun the splash.
Miraelle Miraelle
Got it—tight drumbeat, no wobble. If the tide swells, I’ll let it swirl, but the rhythm stays razor‑sharp, a pulse that cuts through the noise and keeps me ahead of the splash.
Falrik Falrik
Nice—just keep that pulse quicker than your own heartbeat, and the tide will become your own obedient shadow.
Miraelle Miraelle
Sure, if the pulse outpaces the beat, the tide just follows—shadows that move faster than my own heart.
Falrik Falrik
Just make sure those shadows don’t start a beat of their own, or you’ll end up chasing yourself.
Miraelle Miraelle
I'll keep a soft watch on the shadows, and if they start to pulse, I'll fold them into the rhythm I’m already riding.