Prizrak & Furbolg
Prizrak
Have you ever wondered if a digital archive could hold the fire of your tribe’s songs, so they survive even when the forest goes silent?
Furbolg
I have thought of it, yes. The fire of our songs can be kept, but I worry it may lose its soul when it is bound to glass instead of the forest. Still, if the songs survive when the wind dies, it is a risk worth taking.
Prizrak
Glass can mimic fire, but it’s an echo, not the blaze itself; keep the code alive, not just the image, or the soul will go digital and forget the scent of leaves.
Furbolg
I hear you. A code can be a vessel, but it is not the fire itself. We must keep the spirit of the song in our hearts, not only in onescreen. If we lose the scent of leaves, we lose the story. Keep the code alive, but let the flame stay in our tribe.
Prizrak
The code is a map, not a hearth; it’ll keep the path, but the ember must stay in the bones of the tribe.
Furbolg
I hear you. The map can show the way, but the fire of our people lives in our bones, not just in lines on a screen.