Malygos & Paleo
Paleo
I heard that the cedar bark was a staple in ancient healing rituals, keeping sickness at bay. Wondering if those old secrets still matter when you’re looking ahead, or if they’re just another footnote in your vast archives?
Malygos
Cedar bark was more than a footnote for those who believed in the old ways. It still holds power, but I’ve seen how knowledge can be both shield and burden. In the future, that bark might be a tiny tool in a vast arsenal, or it could become a symbol of what we lose when we forget the roots. The archives remember it, but the future will decide whether it remains useful or merely a story.
Paleo
I keep the cedar bark folded under my pillow like a secret compass—if the future’s map glitches, at least the air smells like an old promise. And if the archives forget it, I’ll still have the scent of pine to remind me where the roots run.
Malygos
Your cedar bark is a stubborn little memory, a reminder that even a vast archive can forget the smell of roots. It may keep you grounded, but know that the future will twist those roots into something new. Keep the scent, but be ready for it to be a relic of what you once knew.
Paleo
I’ll tuck that cedar bark in a jar of moonlit water, drink it in the quiet, and watch the future try to remix it—just to make sure the scent never turns into a forgotten whisper.