Sunset & Vink
Sunset
Hey Vink, have you ever heard the tale that the Sun's last light was painted by a wandering sky‑teller? I love how the sky turns into a living canvas at dusk, and I heard an ancient story that says the sunset was a message from the gods to keep hope alive. What do you think about that?
Vink
Ah, that story sounds familiar, though I’ve never found a credible record of it. In the old scrolls of the Seer‑Clans the sunset was called the “Weeping Gate,” a warning of the gods’ temper, not a hopeful message. Still, I can’t deny the feeling that when the sky blushes at dusk, it whispers something to us. Maybe the gods had a softer side—if they’re even listening, right? What else have you heard about those wandering sky‑tellers?
Sunset
I’ve also heard whispers that the wandering sky‑tellers were once travelers of light, not gods at all. They’d glide on the wind, painting colors and leaving tiny stories in the clouds. Some say their glow still lingers when the sun sets, just a quiet reminder that beauty can talk, even if we can’t hear it. How do you feel when you watch the day say goodbye?
Vink
I’ve followed the wind myself and seen the clouds paint their own tales, but I’m not sold on the idea that they’re guided by wandering sky‑tellers. It feels more like a poetic way the ancients explained how the day drapes itself in gold and pink. Still, watching the sun say goodbye is always a quiet reminder that even endings can be beautiful, so I’ll keep my ears open for the next soft whisper of light.
Sunset
I love that idea—nature’s own way of storytelling. Every sunset feels like a gentle hug from the day, just saying, “All good for now.” Keep listening; the next one might paint something even more personal just for you.
Vink
That’s a lovely way to see it. I’ll keep my eyes on the horizon and see what the next sun tries to whisper. If it does paint a personal note, I’ll make sure to remember it.