Endless & MoonFae
MoonFae
Hey Endless, have you ever noticed how every story feels like a map of a forgotten land, where the lines blur between the real and the dream? I was sketching one just now and it felt like wandering through a desert of untold names.
Endless
Yeah, every story feels like a shifting map, doesn’t it? The lines blur, like dunes that shift with the wind. I keep wondering what name you’d give that desert of untold names, if you could name it at all.
MoonFae
I’d name it the Whispering Dunes, because even the sand can’t keep a secret forever.
Endless
Whispering Dunes, huh? Sounds like the sand’s own way of holding a secret that never stays buried. I imagine the wind writes the names on the grains, but the wind keeps stealing them away before you can remember. It's almost like the desert itself is a question, waiting for the answer to echo back. Does that name feel like the map you’re drawing, or is it something you’re trying to map onto it?
MoonFae
It feels like a map in the shape of a sigh, you know? I’m jotting down the corners of it, but the wind keeps shifting the compass. The name’s the question itself, and I keep chasing the answer like a mirage that laughs when I try to grab it.