Mirana & Viking
Viking
A storm brews over the fjords tonight, and the old tales whisper that a sea monster is heading our way. Do you think it’s a real danger or just a story born from our imaginations?
Mirana
The wind does sound like a lullaby, but I think the monster’s more in our heads than in the waves, even if the storm feels like a stage for a story we’re meant to write together.
Viking
The wind may sing, but the beast that roams is the fear inside us. When the storm hits, we either fight or let it break us. Either way, we’ll carve our tale from the waves.
Mirana
I hear the waves, and I hear the hush inside us. In my dream, the storm is a curtain and the fear a shadow that slips across the sea‑glass. We choose whether to let it glow or to let it fade.
Viking
When the curtain rises, we hold our swords and face the shadow head on.
Mirana
I’ll hold the quiet between the swells, watching the shadow dance, hoping the wind will carry our courage to the horizon.