Lich & FinnMarrow
FinnMarrow
You ever notice how stories feel like spells—one line and suddenly a world shifts?
Lich
Yes, I see it. Every line is a rune, each word a binding. When the ink dries, the world obeys the spell.
FinnMarrow
Yeah, it’s like the page is a cauldron and every sentence is a potion ingredient. The trick is to stir just right, or the whole story might explode into chaos.
Lich
Indeed, the author is the alchemist and the page the cauldron. A slight misbalance and the narrative erupts. I prefer a well‑measured brew.
FinnMarrow
Sounds like a potion that only the most patient alchemist can master. I’m all about that steady simmer—no wild sizzles.
Lich
Patience is the key, but even a slow simmer can uncover hidden essences. You must watch the temperature, lest the potion boil over.
FinnMarrow
Right, like watching the pot on a low flame—sometimes the quiet hiss hides the richest flavor. If you let it jump, you lose the whole brew.
Lich
The quiet hiss is the pulse of power, steady as a heart that never stops. Keep the flame low, and the dark essence will seep out like ink into a black page.