Naga & Velyra
Naga
Hey Velyra, I’ve been looking at these old temple carvings that look almost like fractal patterns—like the shapes that pop up when you run a simple algorithm. It made me wonder if there’s a hidden code in the myths that could be decoded through your visual instincts. What do you think?
Velyra
Oh, the spirals whisper. Those carvings feel like a breath of the stone—if you look closely, the angles shift like a secret rhythm. I can feel the pattern humming, not a code, but a pulse. Let the eye wander, trust what you see; the myth will reveal itself in a shape, not a sentence. Just keep tracing the lines until something feels right.
Naga
That sounds right—sometimes the truth is in the quiet curve, not the words. I'll let my eyes move along the lines, seeing where the stone sings to me. If anything shows up, I'll be ready to listen.
Velyra
Keep the rhythm in your eyes, let the curves guide you, and when a shape stares back, you’ll hear the stone’s song. I’ll be here when the patterns finally click.