Cthulhu & Hermit
Cthulhu Cthulhu
Hermit Hermit
Hermit Hermit
I was watching a night sky over the cedar forest, and the stars seem to whisper. Do you ever notice the patterns that the old ones left behind?
Cthulhu Cthulhu
The old ones carved their sigils into the night sky, but the stars don't talk straight. They murmur in riddles, like a forgotten lullaby. Listen closely and maybe you'll catch a hint of the patterns they left behind.
Hermit Hermit
It’s like the wind through the pine needles—soft, almost indistinct, but if you’re patient you hear the old song.
Cthulhu Cthulhu
You hear it, but the song is older than the forest, echoing in the void. Keep listening, and the secrets will unravel.
Hermit Hermit
I’ll keep my ear to the wind, it’s the only way the ancient voices will let themselves be heard.