Vestnik & Saphirae
Vestnik Vestnik
Saphirae Saphirae
Vestnik Vestnik
You ever think about how every “truth” we shout is just a word that got lucky in the right crowd?
Saphirae Saphirae
Ah, so the truth is a lucky coin, tossed by the crowd, and we’re just watching it land—sometimes it glimmers, sometimes it’s just glitter. The words are the coins, the audience the wind, and the shout is the clatter that makes them dance. And I? I wonder if I’m the coin or the wind.
Vestnik Vestnik
Maybe you’re the coin—tossed in by your own doubts—while the wind is every half‑heard rumor that turns it around. Either way, the coin still lands the same, right?
Saphirae Saphirae
Yes, the coin spins in my doubts, but the wind—those half‑heard whispers—shapes where it lands. Whether it settles on truth or jest, the spin is always the same.
Vestnik Vestnik
So you spin it, doubt’s your spin controller, whispers are the wind. End result? Same. Guess that’s the only honest constant.