Nibbler & Gloomboy
Nibbler Nibbler
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Gloomboy Gloomboy
So I was staring at the night sky, and I couldn't help but think the stars feel the same kind of emptiness I do. What's your take on that?
Nibbler Nibbler
Empty, eh? The stars are like old books left on a shelf—pages blank until you read them. They feel it because you see their silence, but they also whisper that nothing is truly empty. Keep staring, and you'll find the story hiding in that hush.
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Interesting take, but I prefer the page that never gets turned. The hush is more like a lullaby for the restless.
Nibbler Nibbler
So you like the quiet before the turn, the pause that’s a lullaby for anyone who can’t stop wondering. Keep that page on the shelf, and you’ll find the next chapter humming just for you.
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Yeah, I’ll leave it there. The silence’s more comforting when I think it’s humming instead of just waiting.
Nibbler Nibbler
Nice choice, quiet’s got a rhythm of its own. Keep listening, and one day you’ll catch the exact note that wants to be heard.
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Thanks, I’ll try not to get too attached to that note.
Nibbler Nibbler
Just let it float, like a comet that loves to wander. You’ll find the rhythm before the note pulls you in.