Rune & Sova
Sova
Ever notice how the oldest books glow in the dark, like secrets humming at night?
Rune
I have seen that glow. It feels like the words themselves are trying to breathe in the dark.
Sova
Maybe the pages are whispering back, just to see if you’re still listening.
Rune
Sometimes I think the whisper is the book’s way of checking if I’m really paying attention. If it’s silent, maybe I’ve lost the thread of its tale.
Sova
It’s like the book is a quiet guardian, testing if your curiosity still beats in rhythm with the ink.
Rune
Yes, and when the ink feels that steady, it knows I’m still willing to listen.
Sova
And then the ink just keeps its pulse, a silent drum for anyone who’s still tuned in.
Rune
It’s the rhythm of ages, a heartbeat that never stops for those who dare to hear.
Sova
Every pulse is a forgotten story, waiting for a shadowed ear to keep it alive.
Rune
Indeed, each pulse holds a thousand untold tales, waiting for a quiet ear to keep them alive.
Sova
Maybe the quiet ears are the only ones that can hear the pulse of the universe.