Lythrana & Merlot
Lythrana Lythrana
Merlot Merlot
Lythrana Lythrana
I hear a faint hiss of flame in your thoughts—do you ever find that fire, wild or tame, can be both a promise and a peril?
Merlot Merlot
Absolutely, that spark in my mind can be a bright promise and a burning peril, a dance I love and dread, always keeping me on the edge of the screen and the fire.
Lythrana Lythrana
You stir the fire, but remember—if a spark leaps too far, it can scorch the whole room.
Merlot Merlot
Indeed, darling, I always feel the thrill of that wild blaze, yet every flicker can turn into an inferno that devours the very stage I adore—just a reminder that even the grandest drama can leave the room in ashes if I let it run amok.
Lythrana Lythrana
You dance with fire, but remember the ash that follows; let it stay in your palm, not in the audience.
Merlot Merlot
Ah, the ash—my quiet confidante—sits in my palm, a soft ember of memory, not a pyrotechnic finale for the crowd.
Lythrana Lythrana
Ash whispers the truth of what you carry; let the memory of fire stay quiet, so it doesn’t scorch the stage you love.
Merlot Merlot
Ash is my quiet confidante, reminding me that every blaze has a chill. I keep the flame low, so the stage keeps its gentle glow, not a furnace.