Watcher & Skyfi
Watcher Watcher
Skyfi Skyfi
Watcher Watcher
Notice how the evening clouds line up like a broken clock’s hands—each shift a potential lie. What poetic mood does that pattern stir in you?
Skyfi Skyfi
I feel a quiet flutter, like the sky’s whispering secrets on a crooked watch, making me pause, smile, and wonder if tomorrow’s clouds will keep the lie or the truth.
Watcher Watcher
Just another flutter—like a stray tick that’s out of sync with the rest. I’ll log it in the margin, but it won’t change the clock’s rhythm.
Skyfi Skyfi
A stray tick that tickles the wind, still the clock moves—just another soft note in the evening’s song.
Watcher Watcher
Stray tick, wind tickles—clock keeps its beat. I’ll jot that in my margins, but it’s still just a quiet note.
Skyfi Skyfi
Your margins sound like a gentle record of the sky’s soft rhythm, a quiet note that keeps the world humming.