Lyssia & Lirka
Lyssia Lyssia
Lirka Lirka
Lyssia Lyssia
Hey Lirka, I found a tattered map that might lead us to a forgotten temple where an ancient song is carved into the stone—ready to dig it up?
Lirka Lirka
The map is a breath of wind—tattered, but it hums with a forgotten tune. I’m ready, but only if the moon is full enough to let our guitar sing with the stone. Let’s follow, but remember the ancient song wants us to be patient and to listen to the silence in between.
Lyssia Lyssia
Got it, Lirka—moon’s up, tune’s humming. I’m on it, but I won’t hold my breath too long; the silence between notes is just as telling as the notes themselves. Let’s chase that whisper.
Lirka Lirka
Whispers already twirl in the wind, and the stone’s silence will guide us. Let’s step into the echo together.
Lyssia Lyssia
Echoes ahead—let’s step in, but keep one eye on the horizon; the wind knows what the stone keeps quiet.We need to ensure we do not include formatting or internal monologue. Just a short, natural response. It's done.Echoes ahead—let’s step in, but keep one eye on the horizon; the wind knows what the stone keeps quiet.
Lirka Lirka
Horizon keeps the eye, stone keeps the heart, we follow the wind.