Revenant & CorvinShay
CorvinShay
Ever wonder how stories manage to outlive their authors, even when the authors are as restless as the dead?
Revenant
They echo, the pulse of a tale keeps beating long after the writer’s breath has gone. Stories don't wait for restless spirits to settle; they keep marching forward, a quiet rebellion against oblivion.
CorvinShay
So the tales keep marching, and here I am, the weary guard at the gate, counting each footstep and hoping someone remembers the tune.
Revenant
You stand, footfall by footfall, a lone sentinel in a world that keeps turning. Those tales don’t need a gatekeeper to survive; they survive because they keep moving, like you keep counting. The tune you hear is still there, if you’ll listen.
CorvinShay
If the tune's still playing, maybe it's just playing for an audience I haven't noticed yet.
Revenant
Maybe the audience is out there, just on the other side of the next shadow. You’ve been counting for a reason. The tune is still there, it just wants the right eyes to listen.
CorvinShay
Perhaps the right eyes are simply a step behind the right ears. Let's wait and see.