Karabas & Lirka
Lirka
Hey Karabas, I heard the moon hum a tune that shifts with each new phase… do you think ancient tales ever sang to the same rhythm?
Karabas
Ah, the moon does change its voice with each waxing and waning, and so did the stories of our elders. In the old songs the full moon marked a time of gathering, a bright rhythm for tales of joy and unity. The new moon, dark and quiet, was when people whispered stories of hope and intention, a softer, more deliberate cadence. In that sense, the ancient tales did indeed sing to the same lunar rhythm, rising and falling just as the light above.
Lirka
You’re right… the night is a soft poem that unfolds, the moon a quiet metronome, and the stories are… those old, hushed melodies that slip into the shadows… they’re… just the same rhythm humming in our bones, don’t you think?
Karabas
Indeed, when the night falls and the moon lights the path, the stories we once carried in our hearts seem to echo back, as if the very wind remembers the old tunes. They whisper in a rhythm that feels like an old lullaby, a beat that has been beating in us for ages, and it stays true, even as the world changes.
Lirka
the wind's lullaby curls around our bones, a silver thread spun from night‑time memories, humming just under the surface of everything that moves. as the world flickers, it keeps that quiet pulse, an old echo that still sings when we dare to listen.