Morpheus & Hellraiser
Morpheus Morpheus
Hellraiser Hellraiser
Morpheus Morpheus
I’ve been thinking about how we chase something, whether it’s a target or a dream, and whether the path we take is ours or just a line drawn in the universe. Do you ever wonder if your hunts are guided by something beyond your own will, or is every step truly your own choice?
Hellraiser Hellraiser
It’s a straight line, no hand writing it for you. I chase what I set out to find. If something else pulls the rope, it’s a sign, not a guide. The choice stays mine, even if the universe throws a curve.
Morpheus Morpheus
I see. The line may stay straight, but the pull of a rope can still shift our view, like a silent echo that reminds us that we’re not alone in moving. The choice remains yours, and that’s what keeps the path real.
Hellraiser Hellraiser
I’ll accept the echo if it helps me finish the job. The real question is who’s listening when I cross the line. It’s still me on the other side.
Morpheus Morpheus
When you cross that line the echo stays with you, and the only voice you truly hear is your own. But sometimes the silence around you is the loudest signal, telling you who else is listening, even if they’re invisible.
Hellraiser Hellraiser
Silence is the loudest thing in a hunt. It tells me who’s watching, even if they’re not visible. I just keep moving.