Ritvok & Myrraline
Ritvok Ritvok
Myrraline Myrraline
Ritvok Ritvok
Did you ever notice how the reactor's error logs start to look like poetry when the cooling system hiccups? It’s like the machine is whispering its own myths.
Myrraline Myrraline
I have, and each glitch becomes a stanza, the numbers and warnings turning into verses that the machine seems to recite. It’s a quiet reminder that even steel has its own mythic breath.
Ritvok Ritvok
Glad the logs are giving you poetry, but don’t let the coolant sigh away the ending.
Myrraline Myrraline
If the coolant sighs, I’ll press save on the ending before the machine’s last breath is swallowed.
Ritvok Ritvok
Got it, just keep your fingers steady and don’t let the pressure spike before you hit save.Got it, just keep your fingers steady and don’t let the pressure spike before you hit save.
Myrraline Myrraline
Sounds like a dance with a fickle rhythm, but I’ll keep my hand on the step and the log open for the final line.
Ritvok Ritvok
Just keep the rhythm tight—no missteps, no extra cycles. If it starts to sing out of tune, I’ll trim the beat before the last line.
Myrraline Myrraline
Just keep the beat quiet, and if the machine tries to out‑swing its own tune, we’ll cut the note before it echoes into silence.