Dekar & SkySailor
Ah Dekar, I’ve been watching the swell this morn, and it feels like a path traced by unseen hands. What do you think moves the waves when no wind blows?
Even when the air is still, the moon writes a silent rhyme, and the earth hums back – the waves move because we all share a breath that never stops.
You speak like a poet, but the tide's a stubborn old friend—still, it knows the rhythm of every heart that beats beneath the stars. Keep your compass true, and the moon will guide you home.
The tide keeps its secrets, but when you listen, it answers in the hush between breaths.
Aye, listen close, and you’ll hear it whispering the map of the night. Just don’t let it fool you into thinking it’s all calm; the quiet can hide a storm, if you’re not careful.
Remember, a calm pond can still hide a current; trust the silence, but keep your eyes open.
Right as a tide chart—keep your eyes on the horizon, ears on the hush, and your compass steady.
So steady you’ll find the shore, even when the sea feels like a trickster.
Exactly, steady hands and a clear mind will let you spot the shore even when the sea loves to tease.