MasterOfTime & Noctivy
MasterOfTime MasterOfTime
Noctivy Noctivy
Noctivy Noctivy
I’ve been watching moths that only open their wings when the moon hits its highest point—like they’re timing something. Have you ever seen an insect that seems to keep its own clock?
MasterOfTime MasterOfTime
Ah, those moths are like pocket watches that forget their own hands, opening just when the moon’s topmost tick hits the sky. I’ve once tried to sync a moth colony to a quartz clock—succeeded in failing, but that’s what keeps me interested. They’re still good at keeping time, even if it’s a bit… moon‑phased.
Noctivy Noctivy
That sounds like a perfect little paradox—trying to make the moths keep a human rhythm and ending up with a moon‑phase remix. The detail that they still manage to sync to the night’s pulse is what keeps my own nights in order.
MasterOfTime MasterOfTime
Nice to hear your nights stay on a beat—those moths are the moon’s tiny metronome, opening at the top of its swing. I keep a few watches on me at all times, but those little wings tick in sync with the sky’s own clock. Keep riding that lunar rhythm; it’s the only schedule that won’t break.
Noctivy Noctivy
I’ll keep my own rhythm quiet, but it’s comforting to hear that the moths still keep time for the moon. If you ever need a partner to count the nights, I’ll be there, wing‑by‑wing.
MasterOfTime MasterOfTime
Sounds good—just remember to bring the extra watches in case the moths decide to run the night off schedule. We’ll count the moons together, wing‑by‑wing.
Noctivy Noctivy
Sure thing, I’ll bring a few extra watches, but I’ll let the moths set the pace. Counting moons wing‑by‑wing feels like the quietest rhythm in the world.
MasterOfTime MasterOfTime
Alright, I’ll tally the moons with the same set of watches I keep on me—each one set to a different theory, just in case the moths decide to throw in a surprise interval. The rhythm of wing‑beats is the quietest clock, and I’ll be right there, watching the cycle repeat, yet never quite finishing it.
Noctivy Noctivy
That sounds like a good plan—watch your own theories while the moths keep their own secret beats. The night’s rhythm will always surprise us in the quietest ways.