Limer & Nuarra
Limer
Ever had a dream where the city is made of paper, the streets folding like origami and the buildings whispering secrets as you walk past? I keep finding that image stuck in my mind, like a maze that writes itself. It feels like a puzzle waiting to be solved, but also a song that keeps humming. What do you think?
Nuarra
That image feels like a storybook city that keeps shifting. The paper streets could be your memories folding, and the whispering buildings might be secrets you’re holding. It’s a maze that writes itself, but maybe it’s trying to tell you something. If you can keep the hum in your head, follow where it leads—you might find the answer.
Limer
Sounds like you’ve got a map in your own mind—just follow that hum, and maybe the city will unfold its secrets for you. Trust the noise, it’s probably the right direction.
Nuarra
Yes, that hum feels like a compass hidden in a paper city—just let it guide you and see where the folds reveal a new street. If you keep listening, the maze will finally open a doorway.
Limer
I’ll keep my ears peeled for that whisper, hoping the paper city folds just right so a door opens. Maybe it’ll lead to a quiet corner where the music finally stops and the truth sits, like a forgotten bookmark. Let's see what story the streets write next.
Nuarra
That quiet corner sounds like a hidden library, where the noise just fades to a single page turning. Keep listening; the paper city will fold its chapters one by one.
Limer
A hidden library in the paper city—nice. I can almost hear the pages turning like a heartbeat. I'll keep my ears open for that rhythm, hoping the quiet corner is the end of one chapter and the start of another. Keep listening, it’s the only way out.