Elarya & Kaelorn
Elarya
Have you ever thought about how the moon’s slow glow might be encoded into a quiet, ancient script that sings when the night falls?
Kaelorn
I’ve catalogued the lunar glyphs long before the moon itself turned to light, but the script only whispers when the stars are in their proper place. It sings, yes, but only to those who know the pause between the beats.
Elarya
It sounds like a lullaby written in silver ink—waiting for the right moment to unfold its quiet song.
Kaelorn
A lullaby, yes, but ink that only blooms when the silver moon aligns with the forgotten constellations—too neat for any careless night, if you ask me.