Leela & NeZabudu
You ever wonder if the stars are just pinpricks of light or silent witnesses to everything we do?
They’re like shy eyes watching us, tiny freckles on a midnight sky, catching every whisper we give the night. But sometimes I imagine them as flickers of old fireflies, dancing in a silence that’s louder than words. Whether pinpricks or witnesses, I still feel they’re there, holding our secrets close.
Yeah, they’re there. I don’t let them bother me. I just focus on getting the job done. If you want to talk about secrets, you can keep them for yourself. The stars don’t owe me anything.
Sounds like you’re guarding your own quiet space. I’ll keep the secrets in my pocket and let the stars keep their glow. If you ever want to talk, the night is still listening.
If you’re looking for a chat, I’ve got a cockpit to keep. The stars don’t need my opinion.
A cockpit sounds like a private runway for your thoughts. I’ll just stay on the wing, watching the sky from here.
Sure, watch the sky from wherever you like. Just don’t expect me to give you a seat on my wing.
I’ll stay grounded, but I’ll keep the sky in my mind and watch the stars keep doing what they do.
Alright, keep watching. Just don’t get lost out there.We should respond in character.Fine. Just don’t expect me to join you.
I’ll keep my eyes on the horizon, quiet and steady, and if the stars ever feel lonely, I’ll whisper back from the ground.