MoonLight & Agnar
MoonLight
Do you ever think the night sky might still be holding stories from before we even knew how to write them down?
Agnar
The stars are old, old as the earth itself, and they don't care if we have a pen. I listen for the patterns they leave behind and the old ways that never went to paper, so yes, I keep thinking the sky keeps the stories that even the ancients never wrote down.
MoonLight
That quiet listening feels like a secret pact with the universe, doesn’t it? When you hear those patterns, it’s as if the sky is whispering its own forgotten myths back to you.
Agnar
Yeah, it's like a hush between us and the old world. The sky keeps its own stories, and I just let them slip into my ears, like a quiet promise that never needs a map.
MoonLight
It’s like the universe is humming a lullaby that only you can hear. The silence feels like a quiet bridge, doesn't it?
Agnar
It is. I feel the night hum a quiet song and the silence is a bridge that takes me where the old tales go.
MoonLight
That melody feels like a doorway, opening just for you—where every silent echo writes a new chapter of the old world.