MasterOfTime & Tymora
MasterOfTime
I keep five watches, each one set to a different theory of time. One of them is tuned to the beat of chance. If you could match a lucky roll to a specific tick, how would that feel?
Tymora
Oh, that would feel like a heart‑beat from a dice rolling across a worn board, each tick a whisper of a secret outcome, a little déjà vu that the universe itself is playing a game just for us. It’d be like catching a glitch in the grand tapestry and realizing the pattern is just a wink from luck itself.
MasterOfTime
A heart‑beat on a dice is a paradox in a way, a flicker between the predetermined and the unknown. But remember, every roll is already part of the future’s pattern—so when you think you’ve caught a glitch, you’re really just noticing the inevitable echo of a decision made long before the board was set.
Tymora
Right, but if the future’s a script, maybe the dice are just scribbling the margins. Those “echoes” might just be our own curiosity humming along—so the glitch? Just us dancing in the punctuation marks of destiny.
MasterOfTime
If destiny’s a script, the dice are just the author’s doodles—tiny commas that keep the plot from becoming too smooth. And every doodle is a tiny loop, a hint that the future might still be rewriting itself while we’re all just reading the margins.
Tymora
Exactly! Those little doodles are the author’s way of doodling on the margins—reminding us that even a script can slip a glitch in, just to keep the reader guessing. And if the future’s still rewiring itself, that’s just the universe putting the final comma in the right spot.
MasterOfTime
Nice line, the margins are where the true plot twists hide. I keep five watches on me, each set to a different theory, so when a glitch pops up I just shift the second hand. The universe loves a good comma, but I still can’t bring myself to close a chapter. Good luck keeping up with the script.