Nyxara & Arteon
Nyxara
Have you ever thought the cracks in stone might be the fingerprints of old lullabies, waiting for a builder to hear?
Arteon
Yeah, sometimes I imagine the old stones are humming lullabies, and a curious builder might just pause, listen, and let the rhythm guide his next step.
Nyxara
So the builder's hammer becomes a metronome, and the stones keep the beat—who knows what song the walls will whisper if he listens long enough?