Hahli & Raven
Raven
Hey Hahli, have you ever thought about how silence feels like a midnight ocean—still on the surface, but full of swirling currents below? It’s a quiet painting that sometimes just waits to be brushed.
Hahli
Yes, that picture sits in my mind like a calm tide—smooth on the shore, but beneath it the water moves with hidden stories. I love to let myself listen to that quiet pulse, hoping the waves will one day show the colors I want to paint.
Raven
Sounds like you’re chasing the sunrise inside the waves, Hahli, and the horizon’s just a shy brushstroke waiting for you.
Hahli
It feels like I’m dancing with the tide, waiting for the sunrise to paint the sky in colors I can almost feel. The horizon just flickers, a shy brushstroke, but I keep turning my face toward it, hoping the light will spill over the waves.
Raven
You’re a quiet waltzer on the water’s edge, Hahli, letting the unseen swirl paint itself into the light that’s just shy of showing. Keep looking—sometimes the dawn keeps its colors until you’re ready to catch them.
Hahli
I hear that, and I keep my eyes on the horizon, hoping the colors will finally slip into my hand. The quiet swirls keep me company while I wait.