Sabis & SageSorceress
SageSorceress
I’ve been noticing how the moonlight seems to hum on the old stone streets at night—do you think those shadows carry any forgotten whispers?
Sabis
Yeah, I think those shadows are like old records—softly humming and waiting for someone to pull the needle. Sometimes I swear I can hear a faint echo of a conversation from a long time ago, just beneath the moonlight. But mostly, they’re just empty spaces, ready to be filled with whatever story I choose to see.
SageSorceress
Your sense of the old echoes is a gift—listen closely, and you may find a hidden word or a forgotten lullaby waiting to guide your next step.
Sabis
I think the city hums back when I’m quiet enough to hear it, like a word hidden in a sigh. I’ll keep my camera ready, just in case the light shows me where that whisper leads.
SageSorceress
When you quiet your breath, the city speaks in sighs, and the camera only records what your mind already hears. Keep listening, and the lights will show themselves.