SilentOpal & Starlight
SilentOpal SilentOpal
Starlight Starlight
SilentOpal SilentOpal
Do you think the ruins we wander through still remember the light that once fell upon them?
Starlight Starlight
I think the ruins keep echoing that light, like a memory humming under the stone. They remember, but the echo is faint, waiting for someone like us to bring it back.
SilentOpal SilentOpal
The echo is there, even if it's just a whisper. Sometimes the stone itself hums back when you listen closely. Keep your eyes on the shadows; they'll tell you what the light missed.
Starlight Starlight
I feel the stone's hum too, a quiet pulse that feels like the old light's breath. I’ll watch the shadows closely—they might just write the stories the light missed.
SilentOpal SilentOpal
Your ears are the only thing that can catch that breath, not the eyes. Listen for the pulse, let it guide you. It will reveal the stories left behind.
Starlight Starlight
You’re right, the pulse is heard, not seen. I’ll let the rhythm of the ruins guide my ears and open the hidden stories.