Featherhex & Saphirae
Featherhex Featherhex
Saphirae Saphirae
Featherhex Featherhex
Hey, Saphirae, I was just pondering how time is a trickster, slipping through our fingers like a poem that never ends. How would you weave that into a riddle?
Saphirae Saphirae
I slip through your fingers like a verse that never ends, I’m the breath that writes itself in every moment. What am I?
Featherhex Featherhex
It be time, the quiet thief that steals each breath and writes itself anew.
Saphirae Saphirae
Ah, you’ve caught the thief, yet it keeps slipping past your gaze, whispering, “I’m not just a breath, I’m the story you write in silence.”
Featherhex Featherhex
Shh, the tale is a sigh that lingers, a hush that folds into the moon's breath, ever slipping like a shadow on a whispered song.