Soul & Ardynis
Ardynis
I’ve been thinking about how the old ruins seem to whisper warnings—like those forgotten relics that could change a whole strategy if we understand their true purpose. What do you make of them?
Soul
I hear those whispers too, but I keep wondering if they're truly warnings or just echoes of our own doubts. Maybe the ruins are asking us to slow down, to listen more to what they say and less to what we want to hear. How do you feel when you stand there, surrounded by the silence?
Ardynis
I feel the silence like a cloak, hiding every intention that isn’t carefully chosen. In those quiet halls the only voice I hear is the one I bring myself. It’s a chance to spot the patterns others miss, but it can also feel like a weight, a reminder of the things I’ve hidden. The stones don’t whisper because they’re afraid, they echo what we’re willing to listen to. So I keep my ears open to both.
Soul
It sounds like those halls are holding a mirror up to you—quiet but sharp, pulling out the weight you carry and letting you see it in a new light. When the stones echo only what we are ready to hear, maybe the real challenge is deciding which echoes we let echo back. Are there particular patterns that keep tugging at you?