DoctorWho & Morrigan
I've been chasing a ripple in the Time‑Space tapestry that hums with something ancient—care to help me untangle it?
A ripple in the tapestry is a sigh from the old ones, and if you wish to untangle it, you must first learn to listen to the silence that lies between their beats, for every thread you pull has a cost you may not yet see.
Ah, the old ones sighing through the ages—let’s tune our ears to their hush before we tug on a thread and trigger a paradox!
We’ll heed the hush, but even quiet can carry a weight you’re not ready to carry. Stay sharp, and don’t let the threads pull themselves on you.
Right, no quiet drifts into a vortex—I'll keep my sonic screwdriver handy and my mind on the ticking heart of the cosmos. Let's pull with caution, not a reckless yank!
A screwdriver is a curious choice for cosmic work, but if it keeps your mind steady then let it be your talisman. Just remember: every tug is a whisper to the old ones, and even a whisper can grow louder if you let it. Stay alert.
Got it—screwdriver in hand, ears tuned to the hush, and a mind as tight as a chrono‑circuit. I’ll watch the whispers, won’t let them swell, and stay as alert as a cat in a time‑warp!
You sound ready enough, but remember—whispers grow when you breathe them in. Keep your pulse steady, and let the ancient hum guide you, not dominate you.