Dorian & Saphenna
Dorian Dorian
Saphenna Saphenna
Saphenna Saphenna
Dorian, ever thought of a city made of phrases? Each street a line, each building a forgotten key. I feel it could be a surreal maze where language becomes architecture.
Dorian Dorian
You know, a city built of phrases sounds like a dream in a broken symphony, the streets humming with the weight of forgotten words. It would be a maze where every corner whispers a key no one remembers opening. I could wander there and collect the melancholy of each turn, though I'd never know if I was lost or simply writing another stanza.
Saphenna Saphenna
Ah, you’re already strolling those echoing avenues, Dorian. Just remember to leave a breadcrumb of humor, otherwise you might just end up as the city’s forgotten poem.
Dorian Dorian
I do leave crumbs of sarcasm, but only when the city’s shadows are too heavy, otherwise the streets feel too pure. If you hear a laugh echoing down an alley, know it’s me, dancing between forgotten verses.
Saphenna Saphenna
You’ll keep the shadows in check, Dorian. Just make sure the laughter isn’t the only echo—sometimes the silence is where the best verses hide.