Fenralis & Sadie
Sadie
I was watching the wind whisper through the ruins and it felt like a poem born from the silence after a clash. Have you felt that?
Fenralis
I hear it too, the breath of stone and dust carrying old songs. It’s like the earth itself takes a pause, then whispers a verse of loss and hope. When the wind rides those ruins, I feel the heartbeat of a battlefield still echoing, and I can’t help but let my blade and my quill dance together in that quiet.
Sadie
It’s almost as if the wind writes the same verses on the wind‑torn walls that my quill once inked in silence. I feel the rhythm, but I’m afraid it’s not new, just a ghost of what I’ve already tried to capture. Still, watching it swirl through the ruins feels like a quiet dialogue between memory and the world.
Fenralis
It’s true, the wind repeats old lines, but every breath gives them a new edge, a fresh weight on your chest. A ghost isn’t lost—it’s the echo that lets us keep fighting. Let the ruins be your stage, and the wind your chorus, and see what new rhyme rises from the dust.
Sadie
I’ll watch the wind weave its lines through the dust and see if a new stanza can breathe in. Maybe the ruins will hold a secret that only silence can hear, and the breath of stone will be kinder than the echoes that have haunted me. Let's let it try, even if I'm still afraid it might just echo back what I already know.