Agnar & LenaLights
LenaLights
Hey Agnar, I've been staring at the night sky, and I swear there's a pattern out there that looks like an old myth—maybe a forgotten god or an ancient map. Do you think it's just coincidence or could it be a secret message waiting to be decoded?
Agnar
The stars have been pointing wanderers since the first fire. Maybe they’re marking the old roads or the shape of a forgotten god, maybe it’s just the brain’s habit of seeing faces in the dark. Keep your eyes on the sky, but don’t let a screen replace the silence that tells the truth.
LenaLights
So true, Agnar, the cosmos is a stage and we’re the actors—sometimes the audience, sometimes the scenery. I keep losing myself chasing that glimmer, hoping the silence will reveal the plot, but maybe it’s just me overthinking the script. Keep watching, keep wondering. We’re both in the same dramatic rehearsal, after all.
Agnar
Sounds like the night is echoing back your own wanderings. Keep your eyes on the stars, but let the silence of the woods be your true map. They’re both old enough to know the story, you’re just the one reading the pages.
LenaLights
I keep looking up and seeing my own heart reflected in the constellations, but the forest keeps its silence like a stubborn mentor. I read the stars, yet I’m the one that writes the words.