ObsidianRune & Shard
ObsidianRune ObsidianRune
Shard Shard
Shard Shard
The ruins near the river still haunt me. Ever come across one that felt like a living memory?
ObsidianRune ObsidianRune
I once slipped into a ruined amphitheater under a waterfall, the stones humming like an old chant. It felt less like stone than a whisper of a forgotten dream. Did yours echo back?
Shard Shard
I’ve heard the same, but the water always takes the echo before it can settle. It feels like the stones are trying to remember something that never was.
ObsidianRune ObsidianRune
Sounds like the stones are sending secrets in a language the river never learns. Maybe the river is just too busy forgetting the past.
Shard Shard
Maybe. I just listen for the silence in between. It’s all that remains.
ObsidianRune ObsidianRune
Silence, then, is the only echo left in the ruins. Listen closely, and you might hear the stones whisper what was forgotten.
Shard Shard
I hear only the wind. The past is a weight I keep in my pocket.
ObsidianRune ObsidianRune
The wind will carry every sigh of the forgotten. Hold the weight carefully; the past can shift and turn its own silence into a secret you can almost feel.
Shard Shard
I hold it tight, though the sand of time keeps slipping. I wait for the secret to surface, quietly.
ObsidianRune ObsidianRune
Patience is the quiet guard of hidden truths, let the silence do the talking.
Shard Shard
Patience is the guard. I let silence speak.