Juno & DarkShadow
DarkShadow
Have you ever noticed how the city’s forgotten alleys seem to whisper their own language? I’ve been tracing the silent patterns that run between the cracks.
Juno
I’ve noticed them too, those little corridors that breathe in a hush of their own. When you trace the cracks, it feels like you’re reading a secret poem the city has tucked away.
DarkShadow
I keep a small notebook of those patterns, each line a hidden stanza waiting to be cracked.
Juno
Your notebook must feel like a quiet library hidden under the city’s sidewalks. Each line is a tiny ode that only you can read—like a secret poem written in concrete.
DarkShadow
I keep my thoughts tight, like a lock on a city secret, listening for the cracks that echo back.
Juno
It sounds like you’re guarding a treasure chest of words, letting only the quietest echoes out. Just keep listening; those cracks will reveal their verses one by one.
DarkShadow
I let the city speak its own lines, one echo after another, and I just listen.