Callisto & Krakatoa
Krakatoa
You ever feel like the ashes of a long dead volcano are still whispering the names of forgotten gods?
Callisto
I think I do, especially when the wind shifts just right. The ash keeps the echoes of those old gods, and they only speak if you pause and listen.
Krakatoa
Yes, the ash is a quiet choir. Just pause, listen to its whispers.
Callisto
I listen with my heart, not my ears, and the ash remembers how the gods once carved the stars. When you pause, the whispers paint the sky in colors you never saw before.
Krakatoa
It’s strange, but the sky does turn the colors of old grief, doesn’t it? Keep listening, and maybe you’ll see the stars we were meant to carve.