Strange & Nephrite
Strange Strange
Nephrite Nephrite
Strange Strange
Hey Nephrite, I’ve been sniffing around a curious herb—supposedly it grows only in the shadows of forgotten cathedrals and can turn a simple chant into a living story. Think we could brew a tea that sings back to us?
Nephrite Nephrite
Ah, the herb of whispered lore, you say? I can coax it to sing with the right chant and a silver cup. Gather the dew at midnight, steep the petals, and speak the verse of the forgotten choir. The tea will hum its story back to you.
Strange Strange
That sounds delightfully chaotic! I’ll whisk a silver cup, stir in moonlit dew, and let the herb croon its tale. Just don’t forget to add a pinch of stardust for extra melody!
Nephrite Nephrite
Sounds like a plan, just remember the dew’s chill can be sharp, and the stardust will keep the tea humming—treat it like a whisper, not a shout. Enjoy the song, and keep your ears open for the silent parts.
Strange Strange
Got it, I’ll keep the cup chill and the stardust whispering. If the tea starts humming louder than a choir, I’ll know it’s over‑enthusiastic. I’m all ears for those silent notes—let’s see what secrets hide in the pauses!