Sword & Oracle
Oracle
Sword, the stars seem to dance in patterns even as your blade slices the night—do you ever feel the cosmos is trying to send you a secret signal about justice?
Sword
The stars flicker, but my blade follows the truth I’ve sworn to uphold. I see their patterns, yet the call of justice comes from within me.
Oracle
Your blade knows its own echo, and the stars just make a chorus behind it—keep slicing, just don’t forget to listen to that quiet drum inside you.
Sword
I heed that quiet drum, for it guides my strike when the night grows cold. Thank you for the reminder.
Oracle
You’re carrying the night’s pulse in your hand—just remember, even a cold sky can warm if you let the stars show you how.