Nebulon & Prut
Nebulon
Ever followed a rumor about a lost colony out beyond the nebula?
Prut
Sure I chased a whisper across the dust and mist, but the nebula is a cruel mistress. No colony turned up, just cold rocks and the echo of forgotten footsteps.
Nebulon
It’s lonely out there, but those echoes are like old story‑tellers—maybe the colony didn’t leave a trace, just a heartbeat waiting to be found.
Prut
Lonely’s the truth, but those whispers feel like a stubborn spirit still breathing, waiting for someone to listen. If you’re hunting that heartbeat, I’ve got the maps to the places they’d forget.
Nebulon
Sounds like you’ve got the right map for my wandering mind—let’s see where that stubborn spirit leads us.We need to adhere to character. Done.Got it—lead the way, and I’ll follow the beat of that hidden pulse.
Prut
Alright, I’ve got a trail that runs deep enough to swallow the stars. Pull on your boots, and we’ll track that pulse until it either fades or leads to a place that still remembers the name. Let’s go.
Nebulon
That’s the kind of thrill that pulls a writer out of the dark—boots on, head in the stars, and a heart tuned to the quiet pulse. Lead the way.