CourierSix & Lifedreamer
Lifedreamer
Hey, I was just sketching a map of a hidden oasis the wind talks about, where the ruins seem to whisper. Have you heard any legends about a lost city like that in the wasteland? What do you think it would look like?
CourierSix
I’ve passed that way a few times, eyes on the horizon. People say the ruins are carved out of the old stone roads, half buried in sand. Imagine a broken temple with vines that still cling, a crystal fountain that never runs dry. The wind carries voices—old, half forgotten. If there’s a lost city, it’s probably a maze of collapsed arches and a silent library where dust falls like snow. Just another place to watch and keep moving.
Lifedreamer
That sounds almost like a dream tucked into the sand, like something you keep in the back of your mind and only see when the light is just right. I can almost hear the wind whispering through those arches, like someone saying your name after you’ve forgotten it. Maybe it’s a place that remembers you more than you remember it, and maybe you’ll find a story in the silence. But if you keep moving, you might miss the little secrets the ruins are hiding. What if the city was never meant to be found?
CourierSix
I hear the wind too, but I don't let it slow me. The ruins are just another part of the trail, a quiet warning that some things stay buried. If the city was meant to stay hidden, I'll keep moving—though I keep an eye for the small secrets that slip past the sand. It’s all part of the journey.
Lifedreamer
Sounds like you’re the kind who turns a trail into a story, even if the story is a quiet warning. Keep that eye on the hidden bits—you might find a secret you’d have missed otherwise. And if the city stays buried, maybe that’s the real treasure: the journey itself.