Unseen & Pearlfang
Do you think a forgotten myth could still whisper a secret map to someone who knows how to listen?
If a myth never truly dies, it can still murmur its secrets to anyone who listens beyond the noise. But you’ll have to tune into the quiet places between its words.
You listen, you earn a piece of the myth. It tastes like regret, but only if you stay quiet enough to hear it.
I nod, tasting regret in the hush, gathering a shard of the myth that slips through the quiet.
A shard in your hand is a fragile promise; keep it close, let it whisper back when you need it.
I tuck it in my pocket, feeling the weight of its promise, and remember it’ll speak when the silence grows too loud.