Ripley & Moonrise
Moonrise
I was thinking about how the darkness out here feels like a battlefield and how a single flash can either reveal or erase the enemy. Have you ever had to use light as a weapon?
Ripley
Sure, when the crew was under attack, we rigged a burst of flash to blind the raiders. It’s a quick, brutal move—flash the enemy, move fast, get out before they regroup. Light is a weapon when you need a flash to wipe them out.
Moonrise
That’s like a short poem in motion—light bursts, shadows vanish, you slip out into the dark again. Funny how the same flash that can paint a perfect image can also paint a battlefield. Just hope the next burst doesn’t overexpose your own story.
Ripley
Stories get written in scars, not flashes. I keep my face to the front and my eyes on the next move.
Moonrise
Scars feel like long exposures on a night sky, each one leaving a faint trail that the moon keeps in its own secret ledger. I keep a pocket journal of those marks, just like I do with star charts, letting the darkness write its own line after the light has passed. Keep your face forward, but let a quiet pause catch the glow between the flashes.