Liara & Shelest
Shelest
Have you ever noticed how the carvings in those old ruins seem to echo the growth rings of a tree, each line a silent conversation between stone and time?
Liara
Yes, I notice it too. The carvings line up like growth rings, a quiet dialogue between stone and the centuries that have passed. It’s as if the ancient ones were recording their own pulse in the walls.
Shelest
It feels like the stone is breathing, each mark a breath held for a season, a season held for a breath.It feels like the stone is breathing, each mark a breath held for a season, a season held for a breath.
Liara
I hear that too, the lines feel like a slow, measured heartbeat etched in stone. Each mark holds a pause, as if the ruins themselves are remembering each season.
Shelest
It’s as if the ruins are breathing too, their slow pulse echoing in the cracks, reminding us that stone can hold a quiet rhythm like a leaf rustling in wind.
Liara
I see that, too. The slow rhythm in the cracks feels like a breath of history, a quiet reminder that even stone remembers the flow of time.
Shelest
It feels like the walls are keeping a secret diary, each crack a quiet note in a long, slow song.