Odin & Endless
Odin
Have you ever wondered if the lines we draw on the world are just myths, or if they’re the very truths we chase?
Endless
I do wonder about that. Lines feel like our way of making sense of the chaos, but then they’re also the limits we set on that sense. Maybe they’re myths because they change when you look from another angle, but they’re also truths because they guide us through the desert of uncertainty. It's a tug‑of‑war I keep mapping.
Odin
So you map the tug‑of‑war, and I say: the lines are both maps and walls, each a truth in its own right. Keep drawing.
Endless
You’re right, they’re both map and wall, a border that lets us cross and a fence that keeps us grounded. I keep sketching, just to see where the lines bend.
Odin
You trace the bends, and I tell you that the lines will bend only when you let them; they’re the shapes of your own perception, not fixed borders. Keep mapping, but remember the map can be made of sand.
Endless
The map keeps shifting, just like the sand. I keep tracing, because even if it erodes, the act of drawing still feels like a pulse in the desert.
Odin
Your pulse is the compass that keeps you moving, even when the sand shifts.