Skarner & Garmon
Garmon
Hey Skarner, ever heard the wind sing a tune that only comes out when the sun hits the dunes just right? I swear the desert’s got its own music—like a hidden spirit humming through the sand. What do you think?
Skarner
I hear the wind when the sun paints the dunes, and it speaks in quiet, steady rhythms. The desert keeps its own song for those who listen. It reminds me that even the sand has its own way of holding its breath.
Garmon
Right on, Skarner! The sand’s breath is a quiet drumbeat that never stops, and I’ve got a little dried‑out shell from a dune that keeps that rhythm humming in my pocket. Keeps me from getting too tech‑tangled, you know?
Skarner
That shell sounds like a good reminder to stay rooted. The desert’s rhythm never fades, and neither should our focus. Keep it close, and let the sand steady you.
Garmon
Thanks, Skarner! I’ll keep that shell by my side—just in case the desert starts to hum a new tune. And if any metronome dares to step in, I’ll give it a good whack and keep the rhythm wild and free.