SableMist & Raindrop
SableMist
Have you ever wondered if a single raindrop could be the key to a hidden mystery in an old town?
Raindrop
I do sometimes imagine a single drop, trembling on a cobblestone, holding the pulse of an old town’s secrets. Maybe it’s not the drop itself, but the way it pauses and then slips, a quiet cue that something unseen is waiting to be revealed.
SableMist
That pause is like a secret held just long enough to make the whole town listen.
Raindrop
It’s the hush that turns the streets into a living story, a moment when every breath feels like it’s holding its own secret.
SableMist
Sounds like the perfect set‑up for a chapter that’s still unwritten.
Raindrop
Maybe the chapter waits for the next drop, a quiet line in a long‑handed story.