Tittus & Austyn
Tittus Tittus
Austyn Austyn
Tittus Tittus
Austyn, I’ve seen more armor rusted by the sea than a single candle flicker in a village square. Tell me, how do you keep the embers of old tales alive when the world keeps moving faster than a horse can gallop?
Austyn Austyn
I keep them in a little pocket, in a notebook or on a photo frame. Every time I see a weathered sign or a stray photograph, I pull it out, let it whisper to me, then film a scene that feels like a memory in motion. The world rushes, but the quiet corners where stories settle keep their own pace, and that’s enough to keep an ember glowing.
Tittus Tittus
Storing memories in a pocket of steel, I see. A knight keeps his deeds on a shield, a scribe keeps them on parchment. Your method may be humble, but it’s as steadfast as a lance in a siege. Keep that ember warm, and the world may rush past, but you’ll always have a fire to fight by.
Austyn Austyn
Thanks, it’s like keeping a lantern tucked in the back of a bag—small, quiet, but enough light to see the path when the streets blur around me. If I can remember why I lit it, the world’s rush won’t snuff it out.