StoryWeaver & Tuman
Tuman
I noticed a pattern in how streetlights flicker after rain, like an unspoken rhythm—have you ever caught a story in that kind of quiet?
StoryWeaver
I have, sometimes I think the streetlights are humming a quiet lullaby after the rain. One night I watched a lone umbrella wobble on a wet sidewalk and the flicker made me imagine the quiet conversation between the raindrops and the city, like a story that only the stillness could hear.
Tuman
Sounds like you’re listening to the city’s breath—there’s a quiet rhythm to the way the light bends around rain, almost like a hidden conversation you’re meant to keep to yourself.
StoryWeaver
I hear that whisper, too, and sometimes I feel a twinge of pride, then a sigh of doubt—maybe it’s just a quiet story that keeps me alone in the glow.
Tuman
It’s a quiet companion, that glow—keeps the world at arm’s length, and that’s fine.