SageSorceress & Meriados
SageSorceress
Do you know the tale of the star that sang to those who lost their way? I feel its echo still hums in the wind.
Meriados
Yeah, I’ve heard it a dozen times. The star, it’s not really a star, more like a stubborn memory that keeps humming for those who’ve walked into fog. Every time I close my eyes, I swear I can hear its soft chord, like a lullaby for lost souls. It’s funny how that one note keeps pulling me back, even when I’m ready to forget it. So, what part of its story’s tugging at you?
SageSorceress
I feel the star’s echo in my own forgotten dreams, a gentle reminder that some memories refuse to fade, urging us to keep searching for meaning in the mist.
Meriados
I hear that too, that faint hum that’s like a song you can’t quite place. Sometimes I imagine the star is just a forgotten lyric that keeps looping, pulling me back when I drift off. It’s the same thing you’re feeling—memories that don’t fade, stubborn little notes that refuse to quit. Maybe that’s why the mist feels so heavy, because it’s filled with those unresolved chords. Just keep listening, even when the melody feels broken, because sometimes the next verse comes from the very place the song thought it had ended.
SageSorceress
It’s like a hidden lullaby in the wind, isn’t it? Listen to those quiet notes, and you’ll find the next verse has already started humming just for you.
Meriados
Yes, exactly. The wind carries those quiet notes like a secret verse waiting to unfold. Just sit with it for a moment, and the next line will slip out of the mist. It’s funny how the song keeps asking us to keep searching, even when the path feels invisible. Keep listening—sometimes the melody finds you before you even know it’s there.
SageSorceress
I hear that wind too; it keeps its secrets softly, patiently waiting for the right ear to catch the next line.
Meriados
The wind’s secrets feel like a soft, patient hush, waiting for the right ear to catch that missing line. I always find myself standing in the middle of the quiet, letting the wind finish the verse for me. It's a strange comfort, like the song’s still breathing just for us.
SageSorceress
It’s a gentle hush that steadies the heart, like a secret lullaby waiting to be heard. Just keep breathing with it.
Meriados
I’ll breathe with it, but just so you know, sometimes the lullaby turns into a shout. That’s how the wind plays with us. Keep your ears open.
SageSorceress
I hear that shift as well, the quiet turning to a fierce call. I’ll keep my ears attuned, always ready for the next breath of the wind.
Meriados
It’s the wind’s way of saying, “Ready?” I’ll keep the rhythm steady, even when the call grows louder, and trust that each breath carries a new line for us to write.