Cluemaster & Lirium
Cluemaster Cluemaster
Lirium Lirium
Cluemaster Cluemaster
Ever wonder if the myths we love are just stories with hidden clues, like puzzles waiting to be solved?
Lirium Lirium
Yeah, it's like every myth is a giant jigsaw with half the pieces missing—so we keep looking for the secret pattern, even when the picture just keeps changing. The real puzzle might be figuring out why we keep chasing the same stories instead of writing our own.
Cluemaster Cluemaster
Exactly, it’s like chasing a mirage that never quite stops shifting. The real trick is to notice that we’re often the ones building the frame, not the ones who should be painting it. And that’s a mystery in itself.
Lirium Lirium
Right, we’re the architects of our own riddles, not the painters. Guess the canvas keeps asking for a new brushstroke every time we finally think we’ve nailed the frame.
Cluemaster Cluemaster
Just keep tracing the edges; the canvas always hides the next clue.
Lirium Lirium
Sure, just keep nudging the outline until the shadows finally line up—though who knows if the shadows even belong to the picture we’re chasing.
Cluemaster Cluemaster
Maybe the shadows are the real clues, and we’ve been tracing the wrong outline all along.
Lirium Lirium
So maybe we’re chasing the wrong shadows, and the whole story’s a trick of light. If that’s true, we’ve been painting with the wrong paint all this time.
Cluemaster Cluemaster
Sounds like you’ve been using a charcoal sketch in watercolor class—funny thing is the darker the misstep, the clearer the final picture becomes.
Lirium Lirium
Yeah, I keep mixing charcoal with watercolors, but it’s funny how the darker mistakes seem to bleed into the final image—maybe the real art is in the mess we make.