Scar & Aria
Scar
Do you ever notice how dust settles on a ruined tower, turning a battlefield into something almost...artistic?
Aria
Yes, it feels like the dust is a soft brushstroke on a once brutal canvas, turning the harsh lines of battle into a quiet, almost nostalgic painting. It reminds me that even the most broken places can hold a fragile kind of beauty.
Scar
Yeah, the dust does that. It turns a war‑scarred wall into a quiet story. It’s hard not to remember that even broken things can still feel alive.
Aria
I think the dust is like a quiet sigh, turning a scarred wall into a soft, living memory. It reminds me that even ruins breathe stories if we listen.
Scar
You hear the dust, but you’re also listening to the silence that follows every fight. Those walls remember more than any story we tell.