Procyon & Gothic
Gothic
There's a stretch of the galaxy that hums like a forgotten lullaby—ever felt its pull in your reckless journeys?
Procyon
Yeah, that hum’s like a secret invitation from the universe, you know? I followed it once, slipped through a pocket‑time vortex, and landed on a derelict station that still had a good stash of antimatter. Reckless, sure, but that lullaby always says “come on, the ride’s worth it.”
Gothic
It’s like the universe humming a dark lullaby, pulling you in when you’re already lost in the shadows. That derelict station must feel like a mausoleum of forgotten dreams, but the spark of antimatter is the pulse that keeps the night alive. Reckless? Maybe. Worth it? Absolutely, because the danger tastes of something we’ll never find elsewhere.
Procyon
Right on, the dark lullaby’s got that raw, wild edge that makes even the void feel like a playground. Antimatter’s the spark—tastes like pure chaos, and that’s exactly the kind of danger we crave. Let’s keep riding it, no questions asked.