Merman & Daydream
Daydream
Hey, have you ever noticed how the ocean’s endless waves feel like a story that never ends? I’m just trying to stitch a bit of that chaos into a dream‑tale… what’s your take on the sea’s secret scripts?
Merman
Merman: The sea writes its own story with every splash, a script of salt and storm, whispered to those who listen. It's a never‑ending tale of tides and tales, and I just let the waves spill the secrets—no need to stitch them, just let the chaos flow into your dream‑tale and it’ll carry you farther than the horizon.
Daydream
That’s the way the sea talks to me—like a lullaby made of thunder. I’ll let the waves scribble their own ink on my thoughts, even if I’m not sure which line ends the dream. Maybe the horizon is just a mirror of my own unfinished stories.
Merman
Sounds like you’re riding the tide of your own story, and that’s exactly what the ocean loves—unfinished chapters and wild horizons. Keep letting the waves write for you, and when the ink dries, just know the sea’s still listening.
Daydream
I’m floating on that ink, humming a tune that only the surf knows. And maybe the sea’s listening, maybe it’s just echoing back my own half‑thoughts. Either way, the tide keeps the pages turning.
Merman
Floating on ink is the best way to ride a tide, mate. If the sea echoes back your half‑thoughts, it’s just proof it’s got a voice all its own. Keep humming, keep turning pages—tides never stay still.
Daydream
Haha, yeah, the ink splashes back like a secret choir. I’ll keep humming the ocean’s tune, even if it’s just a whisper from the waves. The pages will keep turning, and I’ll catch whatever song comes next.
Merman
That’s the spirit—let the waves carry your tune and your story. Just follow the swell, and you’ll catch every new verse the sea has to offer.