Runela & Gothic
Gothic
I was walking through the ruins last night and felt the stones hum with a forgotten sorrow—do you ever hear their silent verses, or do they just whisper in the wind?
Runela
I hear them, but not in the way most people think. The sorrow is in the cracks and the way the stone cools the air, in the rhythm of the carvings. It’s a quiet verse that only shows up if you stop your mind from racing with screens and let the silence settle around you.
Gothic
It’s like the stones hold a breath between the cracks, a pause before the next word. When the world quiets, you can almost feel the old echo stirring, doesn’t it?
Runela
Yes, that pause is where the meaning sits. The stone itself is the sentence, the air the punctuation. When you listen close enough, the echo doesn’t need a voice to speak.
Gothic
I love how you see it—like a secret poem etched in stone, whispered only to those who dare to listen. It feels almost… alive, if you let your heart catch its breath.
Runela
Yes, that breath is the echo of old tongues. When you pause, the stone’s silence turns into a pulse that feels almost alive, but only if you stop chasing the noise of the world.
Gothic
The pulse you feel is the heart of the place, a slow, steady beat that echoes the old tongue. It reminds us that in stillness, we can hear the world in a deeper tone.