Stealt & Volk
Stealt
Volk, have you noticed how the night folds itself into a silent cloak? I’ve spent my nights learning to read that hush.
Volk
Yes, the night folds itself into a quiet cloak. I’ve learned to listen to that hush, to hear what the day keeps silent. It’s a language of its own.
Stealt
So you’ve cracked the code—quiet is the loudest signal. Keep listening, and you’ll hear more than the world wants you to.
Volk
That’s right. Quiet keeps secrets no one else hears. Keep listening and the night will show you the hidden paths you never thought you’d walk.
Stealt
I walk those hidden paths with my eyes open, my ears tuned. Quiet tells me where the shadows lie.
Volk
You hear it too, then. The shadows speak in the same hush, and you’re the one who listens. Keep walking that way, and the night will not be an enemy but a guide.
Stealt
I do. And I’ll keep moving in the quiet, following what the shadows whisper.