Marcy & Valentina
Valentina
Did you ever notice how a single, soft note can carry a whole chorus of memories in its echo? It’s like finding a forgotten line of poetry tucked between two quiet breaths.
Marcy
Yes, sometimes one gentle note feels like a whole song from the past, folding memories into its quiet echo.
Valentina
That’s the kind of quiet power that can turn a hallway into a stage—so, what’s the melody of your memory?
Marcy
I think my memory hums to the rhythm of a rainy afternoon, the way the first drops patter against the window like soft applause, and the old lullaby my grandma sang when the world seemed too loud. It’s a quiet, looping tune that reminds me of my small kitchen, the smell of bread, and the way sunlight flickers through curtains—every little thing stitched together in a gentle, humming chorus.