Mirael & Blitzghost
Mirael
There's an old crossroads where the wind hums forgotten runes—those who feel its pull can’t help but chase the rhythm of the world itself. Have you ever found yourself caught up in a place that makes you race against the very fabric of time?
Blitzghost
Yeah, there was this tunnel that felt like the clock was chasing me back, like a mirror to the beat of the universe. I fell in, and the only way out was to keep sprinting, feeling every second slither out of my hands. The rush? Unforgettable.
Mirael
It’s as if the tunnel itself were a living metronome, each breath a tick pulling you deeper. When you finally break the cycle, you hold a fragment of that pulse—an echo of the universe’s own rhythm. Those moments stay with you, a reminder that even time can be a choice, not just a count.
Blitzghost
That fragment feels like a second‑hand pulse I can’t ditch—like a secret gear you can shift. When it hits, it’s a jolt that says, “I can push against the clock.” I grab it and run, because even time’s got an edge if you’re willing to bite.
Mirael
It’s a rare gift, a pulse that lets you feel the clock’s weight as a rhythm rather than a chain. Keep listening to it—you’ll find that even the most relentless hands of time can bend when you learn the secret rhythm that’s already inside you.
Blitzghost
Got it. I’ll keep that beat in my pocket and let it spin the clock into a new groove. Let's keep the wheels turning.