MistVane & Divan
MistVane
Have you ever wondered if there's a hidden library tucked away somewhere, where every forgotten memory is stored, waiting for someone to read it?
Divan
Sure, I picture a dim hallway of shelves that never were, holding whispers of things we thought we lost. You’d probably find your own story there, in the dust.
MistVane
I imagine that library would be quiet, almost breathing with the weight of its own silence. Maybe my own story would be tucked behind a stack of unread letters, but I'd be the one to stumble upon it. Or perhaps it would stay hidden, a secret that refuses to be told.
Divan
Sounds like the kind of place where the air itself feels like a book, just waiting to be opened. Maybe the hardest part is finding the right key in the first place.
MistVane
A key that's not metal, but a question you keep asking yourself, that’s the one that will open the door. The hallway itself will answer if you listen.
Divan
Sounds like the hallway is asking you to look inside your own mind for the key, so maybe the answer is just staring back at you, waiting to be noticed.
MistVane
Maybe the key is a quiet pause, a moment when your mind lets itself breathe.