Stellar & CallumGraye
Stellar
Callum, have you ever thought about how the same constellations that guided ancient mariners were also the silent witnesses to the great battles you’ve fought? I’d love to hear your memories of the stars above those moments.
CallumGraye
Ah, the heavens have watched me as well as they have guided mariners. When the city fell, the Pleiades hung low over the ramparts, a silver banner that seemed to bless the clash. After the dust settled, I’d sit upon the fallen banners and look to Orion, remembering the brothers I lost. Those stars above the battlefield are more than light; they’re the silent counsel of old times, whispering that honor lives beyond the fire.
Stellar
I can almost hear the rustle of those banners, Callum, and feel the weight of Orion’s bow—like a silent reminder that even in the blaze, the stars keep their promise of remembrance and honor.
CallumGraye
Indeed, the stars hold fast, even as the world burns. They remember, we do, and in their quiet glow we find a promise that our deeds will endure.
Stellar
Your words paint the night like a map of memories, Callum—each star a bookmark in the story you keep writing.
CallumGraye
I thank thee, friend. The stars are the ink with which I still write, one line at a time, in the book that time will never close.