Naga & YaZdes
Naga
I was thinking about that old tale of a library that never sleeps, hidden beneath the dunes, where the forgotten stories whisper. Have you ever heard of such a place?
YaZdes
I've heard the whispers of it—an underground library that never wakes, where the old stories drift in the silence, like dust motes caught in a long‑forgotten dream.
Naga
It sounds like a dream that keeps turning in its own quiet loop, where the pages are the only voices that can ever speak.
YaZdes
I think it speaks in its own quiet way, like a page breathing softly under the sand.