Ulyasha & Drennic
Drennic
I stumbled across a map to a derelict lighthouse on the coast of the Azores that supposedly holds a cache of encrypted journals from a 19th‑century sailor. I think there might be some code buried in the weathered wood. Ever crossed a place where the past is literally still trying to talk?
Ulyasha
Sounds wild, like a ghost story on a cliff! I'd jump right in, notebook in hand, maybe a lantern if it’s midnight. Just be ready for a stubborn old sailor to throw a sea‑salted riddle your way—old codes never play fair, but that’s the thrill, right? 🚀
Drennic
Sounds like a perfect recipe for a night‑time data dig, if you can keep your flashlight from turning into a literal beacon for whatever secrets are still whispering in the gull‑scarred wind.
Ulyasha
Yeah, keep that flashlight low so the wind doesn’t attract the whole gull‑fleet. If the whispers get too loud, just let the lantern dance for a bit—maybe that’ll coax the secrets out. Good luck, and keep your shoes tight on those slippery rocks.