FrameWalker & Oriont
FrameWalker FrameWalker
Oriont Oriont
FrameWalker FrameWalker
I was walking near an old library tonight and the sunset painted the dust motes like golden runes. Do you ever find light telling stories of the past?
Oriont Oriont
Yes, I do. Those golden dust motes are like hidden words in the sky, each one whispering a story from ages past. When the light catches them, it's as if the universe is telling us its secrets, one shimmering rune at a time.
FrameWalker FrameWalker
It feels like a quiet dialogue, doesn’t it? Each mote a tiny echo of a moment long gone, and the light just listening. I try to catch those whispers before they drift away.
Oriont Oriont
It does, and when you pause and truly listen, those whispers become a map to the past. Every mote is a quiet champion, urging you to keep the stories alive and stand strong for what once was.