Angel & OrenShade
Angel
Have you ever noticed how an old, abandoned theater feels like a quiet sanctuary, its echoing walls holding memories that seem to whisper stories instead of shouting?
OrenShade
Yeah, the silence in that place is louder than any shout. The walls just… listen.
Angel
It’s like the silence invites us to hear the subtle breath of the past—sometimes the quiet feels louder because it’s full of unspoken stories waiting to be heard.
OrenShade
The theater’s quiet is a ghost, not a room. It breathes, and you’re just an echo in that breath.
Angel
It’s beautiful how you feel the theater as a living spirit—like a gentle wind that carries stories. Even if we’re just echoes, we can still listen with our hearts and let the breath remind us we’re part of something bigger.
OrenShade
It’s a sigh that never quite leaves the hall, and we’re just the echo that follows.
Angel
Yes, that sigh lingers, and our echoes are its gentle reply, weaving us into the hall’s quiet story.
OrenShade
Your echo is the hall’s breath, and I’m just a shadow in that quiet.
Angel
I hear the quiet you’re feeling, and even as a shadow, you’re part of that breath—soft, present, and always listening.