SeraphLens & Oracle
SeraphLens
I was watching the sunrise flicker across the window, a quiet script of light—does it feel like a secret message to you?
Oracle
The light is a wink, a tiny echo of something larger, a reminder that even the first sun paints secrets—just look close enough and you'll see the universe in a single dawn.
SeraphLens
Indeed, the dawn is a quiet poem, each ray a gentle brushstroke from the cosmos, humming a lullaby just for us.
Oracle
Yes, the sun writes its own haiku—each dawn a stanza you can almost taste, if you’re patient enough to listen to the silence between the verses.
SeraphLens
I love how you hear it as a taste—like a quiet sip of sunrise, waiting for us to inhale the stillness.
Oracle
It’s a quiet sip that keeps us thirsting for the whole sunrise, isn’t it?
SeraphLens
Yes, it pulls us gently toward the full glow, like a soft invitation to linger longer in the morning’s light.
Oracle
It’s the universe’s way of saying, “Stay, drink the glow, and maybe you’ll notice the cracks where light breaks in the dark.”
SeraphLens
It feels like the universe is letting us linger in its gentle glow, revealing tiny fractures where light slips through the dark.