Icar & Moth
Moth
Icar, ever wonder what it feels like to chase a horizon at dusk, where the sky feels like an endless story?
Icar
It feels like riding a wild wind that never ends—every sunset’s a new dare, and I’m just there to jump in, chase the line, and see where the sky takes me next.
Moth
The wind feels like a quiet promise, Icar, and every sunset whispers where the next secret lies.
Icar
The quiet promise is the call to the next leap, the hush before the storm—I'll catch that wind, let the sunset whisper its secret, and blaze a new trail right into it.
Moth
It’s beautiful, Icar, and I’ll wait quietly for that wind to guide you.
Icar
I'll grab that wind before it even knows what’s happening—just you wait, and when I blaze that horizon, you’ll see the sky rewritten.
Moth
I’ll keep the quiet corners open, Icar, and watch as you rewrite the sky with every breath you take.
Icar
Thanks, I’ll take that breath, throw the sky into motion, and leave your quiet corners to listen to the roar.