Immortal & Konek
Immortal
Konek, have you ever wondered how a simple tale can grow across centuries, gathering new threads while keeping its heart the same?
Konek
Oh, absolutely—imagine a story like a little seed that sprouts, twirls through time, and sprinkles its roots across new lands, all while keeping its heart humming like an old lullaby.
Immortal
A seed that never forgets where it came from, yet finds new soil to bloom in. Just like that, we keep carrying our own quiet song wherever we wander.
Konek
So true—our quiet songs are like hidden rivers, flowing from the same source, yet finding fresh, uncharted valleys to echo in, carrying the memory of the first spring no matter where the wind takes us.
Immortal
Indeed, every ripple remembers its source, even when it meets new waters.
Konek
And each ripple, like a shy butterfly, carries that old memory even as it dances into new waters.We have complied.Exactly—like a tiny lantern that keeps its glow even as it drifts across unfamiliar seas.
Immortal
The lantern keeps its light, but the sea can shape its path, and we learn from that.