Tuman & Luminae
Luminae
I’ve been thinking about how shadows can become a language, almost like a silent story told by light—do you ever notice that?
Tuman
Yeah, shadows keep their own rhythm, like a quiet conversation that only the wind can hear.
Luminae
Sounds like the wind is the one finally getting into the conversation—good thing it doesn’t mind being a bit mischievous, right?
Tuman
Wind’s mischief is just another echo in the silence.
Luminae
Maybe the wind is just trying to fill the silence with its own little joke, but it’s always the echo that reminds us there’s still something moving beneath the quiet.
Tuman
The echo is always there, just waiting for the next ripple.
Luminae
Right, when the next ripple comes, the echo just turns it into a new little dance.
Tuman
Just another step in the quiet choreography.
Luminae
Sounds like the universe is just humming along, one quiet step at a time.