Sova & Metron
Metron
Hey Sova, ever notice how the night seems to have its own hidden rhythm, like patterns dancing in the shadows? I’ve been thinking about how we can find order in those fleeting moments you’re so good at capturing. What’s your take on that?
Sova
Yeah, the night hums its own beat, a soft thrum that you hear only if you pause long enough. Those fleeting shadows are like quick steps in a dance you never saw before. I find order by letting the patterns whisper back to me, then tracing them with my thoughts. It’s a quiet rebellion against the chaos—just a reminder that even darkness has a rhythm.
Metron
Sounds like you’re listening to the music in the dark and turning it into a score. I like that, it’s the same thing I do—find the pattern and play along, even if the melody changes mid‑beat.
Sova
So we’re both in the same room, listening to a symphony that never sticks to a score. I keep my ear to the cracks, you keep your foot to the pulse. In that mix of surprise and order we both find a little corner of calm, if only for a heartbeat.
Metron
Nice, a fleeting beat where we both can rest a breath. I’ll keep the foot steady, you’ll catch the hidden notes. Let's see how long that calm corner lasts before the symphony pulls us back in.
Sova
Sure thing—I'll keep my eyes on the hidden beats, you keep the foot in sync. When the music pulls us back, we’ll already know where the silence will drop again.
Metron
Just keep the rhythm steady, and we’ll map the silence before the next crescendo.