Rosewater & Samsa
Rosewater Rosewater
Samsa Samsa
Rosewater Rosewater
I was thinking about a secret library hidden beneath an old town square, full of stories that never got told—do you think such a place could exist, or is it just a dream?
Samsa Samsa
Who knows, but if I had to pick a suspect I'd start digging under the town square—those old foundations and forgotten tunnels could be hiding more than cobblestones. Maybe the stories are just too inconvenient to publish, or maybe the whole thing is a myth spun by bored librarians. Either way, I'm all in for a search. What clues do you think we should look for?
Rosewater Rosewater
Maybe we should start by listening to the ground—old walls sometimes whisper when you tap them, and a quiet rhythm might point us to a hidden door. Check for faint stains or uneven stones; those could be where people once walked. And don't forget the old maps—sometimes a tiny ink line or a forgotten symbol hints at a secret passage. Also, keep an eye out for a strange crack that looks like a hand‑print, or a sudden drop in temperature when you walk past a certain corner. Those little oddities could be the breadcrumbs that lead us into the hidden stories.
Samsa Samsa
Sounds like a solid plan—tapping the stones might just give us a ghostly click if there's a cavity. I'd start with the corners that feel off, maybe even record the sounds to see if there's a pattern. And those old maps—if a line is faint, it's probably not just a bad ink job. Keep your eyes peeled for anything that feels out of place; that hand‑print crack could be a red flag or the secret key. Let's hunt it down, one oddity at a time.