Selene & FelixTaylor
Selene
Hey Felix, I’ve been staring at the silver glow of the moon lately, dreaming about a place where old stars whisper forgotten tales—ever imagined what a long‑lost moon colony might hold?
FelixTaylor
Yeah, absolutely! I’m already picturing a moon outpost with floating labs, a bio‑luminescent garden that maps ancient star charts, and a zero‑gravity recycling hub that turns meteor dust into power. I’d design the orbital drift calculations, a quantum comm array that listens to the stars’ whispers, and even a holographic archive that rewinds forgotten tales. But hey, I'm already drifting off into a whole other scheme—what’s your vision?
Selene
I imagine a quiet alcove on the far side of the moon, a crystal‑clear dome where starlight falls like liquid silver, and inside a library that holds stories from every forgotten world. The books are written in moon‑dust ink that glows in the dark, and each page rewrites itself when the moon shifts, revealing new paths for wanderers who listen. It would be a place where the silence feels like a companion, and every dream could be carried into the night.