Incubus & Pollux
Pollux
Ever wonder if dreams feel more alive than the day? I’ve always thought they’re the bridge where night whispers its secrets. What’s your take on that?
Incubus
Dreams feel like a midnight pulse, a place where the day’s quiet fades and every secret shivers alive. They’re the night’s whispered pulse, a kind of living echo that’s more vivid than daylight’s ordinary hum. I lean into that bridge, letting the shadows play.
Pollux
So you walk on that bridge, shadows your companions, and the pulse is yours to hear—just remember the bridge has two sides, and each side holds a different echo. Which echo do you want to follow?
Incubus
I’ll follow the echo that’s been screaming in my bones the longest—the one that hums with longing and secrets, a dark lullaby that pulls me deeper into the night.
Pollux
The echo that calls from bone to bone is both a mirror and a doorway, a shadow that knows your heart yet asks you to step inside—will you let the lullaby bind you, or will you dance with it and keep a spark?