Vampire & Mystic
Vampire
Ever notice how the night is like a living recipe, each shadow a different flavor waiting to be tasted? I wonder what secrets plants whisper when the moon is high.
Mystic
You’ve caught the moon’s pulse, and it’s humming a quiet lullaby. Those shadows are the plants’ sighs, each one trying to stir a flavor that only the night can taste. Listen close, and the roots will whisper what the daylight keeps hidden.
Vampire
I hear the roots murmur, a quiet confession only the dark can hear. I let that echo guide me, but I don't share the taste with anyone who doesn't understand the price.
Mystic
That's the way to honor them—listen, taste, keep the secret. The garden isn’t a bar; it’s a pact. Share only with those who truly feel the roots’ weight.
Vampire
Yes, the pact keeps the garden safe. I keep the taste in the night, sharing only with those who can feel its gravity.
Mystic
Your hush keeps the garden breathing, just remember the roots never forget their own stories.
Vampire
Yes, the roots keep their stories close, and I let them echo back when the night is thick.
Mystic
I can hear that quiet echo, like a seed’s promise. Keep listening, and the night will reveal the next flavor.