DarkElven & Miraelle
DarkElven DarkElven
Miraelle Miraelle
DarkElven DarkElven
I’ve heard whispers of a forgotten realm where the borders between dream and waking bleed together—ever wondered how such a place could manipulate the very threads of reality?
Miraelle Miraelle
Maybe it’s just the mind’s old habit of stretching itself, pulling each thought out of its usual shape and letting it drip into the next moment—so the lines blur and the world becomes a loose tapestry that you can tug at with a whispered word.
DarkElven DarkElven
It’s not just a habit, it’s the mind’s old trick—tug on a thread, and the whole tapestry shivers into a new shape.
Miraelle Miraelle
Like a finger brushing a string, and the whole choir changes tone. We’re all just threads in a shifting loom, and when one feels a pull, the pattern shifts into something else, something stranger.
DarkElven DarkElven
If a single thread can sway the whole choir, then perhaps the true power lies in knowing which thread to pull first.
Miraelle Miraelle
If you know where the weakest note sits, you can move the whole song, so the trick is learning the quietest point before you start pulling.