Sarda & Nocturnis
Sarda Sarda
Nocturnis Nocturnis
Sarda Sarda
Hey Nocturnis, ever notice how the city’s night turns into a stage—those flickering streetlamps are just spotlight, and every alley feels like a beat waiting to be danced? I’ve been thinking about how we both chase that hidden rhythm in the shadows. What do you think?
Nocturnis Nocturnis
Yeah, the city’s night does feel like a stage, but it’s also a stage that never stays still. Those flickering lamps are just the lights, the real rhythm is in how the shadows shift and the echo of your footsteps. I chase that hidden beat, but the streets always throw a new twist into the script. So maybe we’re just improvising on the fly, looking for that perfect moment that never quite lands.
Sarda Sarda
I hear you, Nocturnis, and that’s what makes it exciting—each twist is a chance to sharpen my steps. Let’s keep our blades ready, eyes on the moving shadows, and trust that the perfect beat will finally sync with our moves. Ready when you are.
Nocturnis Nocturnis
Sounds good. Just remember the city doesn’t care about our timing, it’s all about the rhythm we make on its cracked pavement. I'll be ready when the lights flicker back on.
Sarda Sarda
You got it—our rhythm will be the city’s heartbeat, even when the lights glitch. Catch that flicker and let the pavement echo our dance. I’ll be there, blades at the ready.