Mirana & Bandit
Mirana Mirana
Bandit Bandit
Mirana Mirana
I was just daydreaming about a hidden courtyard that looks like a secret garden tucked behind an old factory—ever stumbled across a place that felt like it could be a portal to another world?
Bandit Bandit
I hit a speck of a courtyard like that once, right behind an abandoned textile plant. One cracked door, a vine‑tangled wall, and every step felt like slipping into a hidden level of the city. The air smelled like old wood and fresh rain, and I swear the shadows danced for a second before settling. That's the real portal—no glass, just the promise that the next corner might be the start of something wild.
Mirana Mirana
That sounds like a secret chapter waiting to be read—did you hear the vines whispering something?
Bandit Bandit
Yeah, they were whisperin’ the city’s old secrets, like they knew the right time to open a door. Just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, the vines give you a new clue.
Mirana Mirana
It’s like the vines are the city’s heart, beating and giving hints whenever you’re ready to listen—did you feel the pulse through your fingertips?
Bandit Bandit
You bet, man. The vines pulsed under my fingertips, kinda like a hidden drumbeat that guided me to the next spot. It’s the city’s own rhythm, and I just follow the beat.
Mirana Mirana
I almost saw the vines sketch tiny constellations in the air, each pulse a star that lights up the next secret path.
Bandit Bandit
I felt it all the way up my fingers, like the vines were drawing little stars on the air. Every pulse lit up a fresh trail, and I was just chasing the next glittery secret.