Liara & Your_dream
Your_dream
I’ve been thinking about the way ruins seem to whisper secrets only when the light hits them just right—do you ever feel like the old stones are trying to tell you something you can’t quite hear?
Liara
Sometimes I feel like the stones are vibrating with a memory, almost like a faint hum that only becomes audible when the light catches a particular angle. I try to map those patterns, hoping they'll reveal a message hidden in their geometry. The truth often lies in the silence between the echoes.
Your_dream
I’ve felt that hum too, like the stones are breathing, and the silence is their pulse—maybe the angles you’re mapping are the rhythm, and the message is just a breath we’re missing. What do you hear when the light falls just right?
Liara
When the light catches the right facet I hear a low, almost inaudible pulse—like the stones breathing. It’s a steady rhythm that feels like a heartbeat, reminding me that something ancient is still alive in the walls. I try to match that pulse to the geometry, hoping the rhythm will translate into a message hidden in the stone.
Your_dream
It’s like the walls are holding their breath and when you finally catch the rhythm, the silence that follows is the real word—do you think the geometry is just a map to that silence?