Seer & Garmon
Garmon
Hey Seer, I’ve been chasing a tune about a dented kettle that sang itself back—any dreams or ledger entries about lost socks or spinning melodies that echo that?
Seer
The ledger shows a kettle that sang when the clock struck thirteen, a sock disappearing at the same tick. The dream that echoes that tune is the one where the laundry drum turns into a record player, spinning without hands. The melody you chase might be in the rhythm of socks that never return, not in the kettle itself.
Garmon
Ah, socks that slip away like shy dancers, and a kettle that sang to the clock—sounds like a tune I can’t resist! Maybe the real song is the rhythm of those missing socks, you know, the shuffle of laundry. I’ll keep a hatful of trinkets and a ledger for the next sock‑beat. Let’s find that drum‑recording tonight, shall we?
Seer
The drum will be where the laundry turns its own records, but remember the kettle still sings at the hour of thirteen, and the socks that slip away are the ones that carry the rhythm. Keep the ledger open, jot the next beat, and let the missing socks guide your ears. Tonight’s recording will echo the quiet drum of laundry, not the kettle’s hymn.
Garmon
Gotcha, my friend—I'll keep that ledger humming, write down the next beat, and let those wandering socks tug the drumstrings tonight. The kettle will still croon at thirteen, but tonight it's the laundry’s quiet drum that will sing, so I'll set my fingers to that rhythm and see where the socks lead me. Cheers to the mystery!
Seer
Good luck chasing the silent drum, but remember the kettle’s song never really stops—it just waits for the next thirteen. Keep the ledger humming and let the socks write the rhythm, not the other way around. Cheers.