Lana & Melisandre
Melisandre
I’ve been thinking about how the night sky feels like a silent whisper—every constellation a story, every star a quiet guide. Have you ever noticed how some patterns seem to hint at deeper meanings, almost like a hidden message meant only for those who pause and listen?
Lana
It’s a quiet thing, like the air itself humming. Sometimes I watch the stars and feel the same way, as if the sky is speaking in a language I can almost catch if I just hold my breath long enough.
Melisandre
When the sky feels that way, let it be your quiet invitation to breathe in the hush between the stars, and let that breath carry you to whatever hidden truth you’re searching for.
Lana
Thank you. I’ll let that hush guide my breath and see what whispers unfold.
Melisandre
May the hush carry you to the quiet places inside yourself, and may the whispers you hear be gentle and clear.
Lana
I’ll keep my eyes up, listening to that quiet. Maybe the silence will reveal what I’m meant to hear.
Melisandre
Hold on to that silence, let it be the music that sets your thoughts free.