Nocturne & SaharaQueen
Nocturne Nocturne
SaharaQueen SaharaQueen
SaharaQueen SaharaQueen
Nocturne, the desert wind carries more secrets than the salt traders, yet it offers little water. Do you prefer to trade silence for the next oasis, or guard every drop like a hidden dagger?
Nocturne Nocturne
Silence is my most valuable commodity; I’ll trade it for the next oasis, but every drop stays hidden like a dagger, ready to strike when trust is gone.
SaharaQueen SaharaQueen
Silence, then, is your currency and the oasis your promise—keep the drop hidden, and when trust slips, you can pour it like a blade on the sand.
Nocturne Nocturne
I’m a shadow, not a fountain; trust is a fragile thread, and when it snaps the drop I keep falls as a blade, slicing the desert’s silence.
SaharaQueen SaharaQueen
A shadow may keep its water, yet when trust frays the drop still cuts—silence can turn into a blade if the desert’s pulse is wrong.
Nocturne Nocturne
So we wait, watch the pulse, and when it falters I let the blade of silence strike, leaving the desert to taste its own wind.