Zephara & MikaEcho
MikaEcho
I’ve been playing with the idea that memory is a currency; what would you spend your most valuable recollection on?
Zephara
If I could, I’d spend the memory of my first sunrise on a quiet corner where no one else can see it, so the light stays there just for me, a gentle glow to carry when the world turns dark.
MikaEcho
That sunrise you keep locked up is a quiet rebellion, a secret pocket of light to fight the darkness. It’s like holding a fragment of dawn against the night.
Zephara
The secret pocket keeps its own rhythm, doesn’t it? I’d let it slip into someone’s hand when they’re about to lose their own dawn. In that way, the rebellion feeds another seed of light.
MikaEcho
So you’re trading dawns like whispers in a storm—each hand you give one, each hand you take back a pulse of sun. It’s a quiet revolution that ripples through the darkness.